It's Life

When the beat drops, I feel it all in my bones

That's when the words come to me to compose a poem

Each line brings life to my totem

Pole position in a race to my vision

I'm looking beyond the abstract

I plugged into the outlet at an early age

Misunderstood with misplaced anger and rage

Self destructive, with creativity leaking onto the page

It was something fun and therapeutic, quickly became addictive

Carried notebooks, homies were doodling

I was doing this

I was parallel to a world I would soon immerse in