when the beat drops

born and raised in a swirled twirled hip hop world

my whole family was concerned of the music I had learned

but it was music getting props for words so much deserved

neighbors thought I was crazy cookoo insane disturbed

and yet my rhymes were unheard so quiet was much preferred

but when I hear the beat DROP my mouth starts and flows nonstop

I start spitting random sounds words beats and noises

In my life I've made a million different choices

but to stay living with this music in my head its like voices

I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life

listening to the calm and then the sub woofer ignites

bursting through my heart making every red drop fight

striving to survive when colors burst behind my eyes

its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night