Saturday, March 22, 2008 by Billy
Am Always Coming Out To The City
something in my genes
compels me to count the letters
of the words in my eye
shackles me to tired information
bleeds the adjective
even before my mind speaks
something borrowed
garbled hip hop language
am always coming out to the city
before the beat knocks on the door.
something in my genes
compels me to count the letters
of the words in my eye
shackles me to tired information
bleeds the adjective
even before my mind speaks
something borrowed
garbled hip hop language
am always coming out to the city
before the beat knocks on the door.
