Smoking and Rapping
• Written by Booter
Booter's Notes
You know when you're sitting there on the 'Write' section and the floodgates just kind of open?
Is that the pitter patter of the rain - I don't know
Maybe it's the paranoia in my brain - or it's the flow
Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though
what's the difference between creative and insane - I don't know
Looking through the window from my cold floored garage
I suddenly toke and get hit with a barrage
Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage
But my mind wanders and creates me a mirage
Live by the sword so I've got pencil in hand
Gonna try to pick the words that make you understand
That when I smoke and rap I am the maximum
And if anyone claims they are I'm already taxin um
I'm hard to fathom, but at my core my passion's platinum
Practiced to capacity in stopping to smell the chrysanthemums
But above all it seems that I can't get no satisfaction
But when the lead hits the pad I start to gain traction
And every action has an equal opposite reaction
No distraction, just heart to heart human interaction
Call it love or call it gravitational attraction
I'm living life but I worry that it's just a fraction
But it's not all about me, sorry for the abstraction
Please come again and thank you for the transaction.
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Booter
Member since March 28 2014