A pen to a pad or my fingers stroking the keys
On this board that happens to be connected to a pc
I delve into my thoughts, mind's eye without boundary
Tapping into my essence minus periphery
These syllables you hear stream from my cerebral
At times get so intense I can’t even grasp where they stem from
Oh and please don’t confuse my phonetic rhythm with simplicity
Words never feeble, strength without the timing or pronunciation similarity
Thoughts will always meet logic no matter what template is followed
It’s just merely based on the fact if you can understand my math
Yes, I am completely aware I said my math
For my psyche is complexly a bunch of mathematical equations
For my thoughts come out hard just like trigonometry plus calculus
Arithmetic. Difficult to comprehend at first, but with much practice
At some point, it starts to make sense; you will begin to grasp it.
Hence keep listening, it’s intense, make sure you keep up
Powerful word spit, like its word vomit so I think I’ll just call it
Word sick ………Yes pun intended
Lyrically potent, “they say the nation needs me
Cause my words are heavily effective and extremely impacting “
I’m flattered, yet humbly I will embrace my calling
Wondering how I handle poetic flow so intoxicating?
Why the hell you think they call me Poetic Persuasion
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