My brain works in mysterious ways
The words in my head keep playing various games
They leave my brain jump to my pen then hit the page
They want metaphors, but go for the similes
Every time I go to speak its always new to me
In the mind of an avalanche
Words doing two steps and cha cha dance
With a single thought I can rip a man apart
There is a tiger always in my heart
Heart colder than ice
I am no where close to nice
Meaner than Joe Green
When entertaining I always try keeping it clean
I write with the passion of life
I gain my strength from the mic
Not to mention I look better at night
There have been times when I question my choice
But at the end it's always for someone hear my voice
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