My Words
Posted by Tawanda Blake on Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Can I be original with my own style?
Or do I follow the master with my swag turned down?
can I be free to express my words the way I see fit? after all it is my eclectic flow, that keeps all these hits, while I spit Adam bombs, my tongue is an AK, so I spray, anything spoken is for real, I dont talk to play, I spit to kill with words, stunned from my last sentence ,still uncertain of what you heard, solid gold leaves my lips, sippen on nuvo, in between the pull on this pistol grip.
Im the surgeon who just performed an eclipse on your mind, caressing your soul marked my territory, I leave no witnesses behind.
Im that 65 candy apple red Chevy riding on twenty fo's, while I whisper in your ear, hey baby, can you get with this flow? touch by the slightest guilt , Sending chills to your feet, your shoes in tune, ask for permission to speak, dang boss this girl is a beast!
Intertwined with your mind, architect on rewind, building up critical ammunition firing shots leaven your body twitchen , did u get it, while I hit, not that haze purp, but that real deal work, my brain on twerk, suspension, My name is TBLAKE, I have my own definition,
© Tawanda Blake
Or do I follow the master with my swag turned down?
can I be free to express my words the way I see fit? after all it is my eclectic flow, that keeps all these hits, while I spit Adam bombs, my tongue is an AK, so I spray, anything spoken is for real, I dont talk to play, I spit to kill with words, stunned from my last sentence ,still uncertain of what you heard, solid gold leaves my lips, sippen on nuvo, in between the pull on this pistol grip.
Im the surgeon who just performed an eclipse on your mind, caressing your soul marked my territory, I leave no witnesses behind.
Im that 65 candy apple red Chevy riding on twenty fo's, while I whisper in your ear, hey baby, can you get with this flow? touch by the slightest guilt , Sending chills to your feet, your shoes in tune, ask for permission to speak, dang boss this girl is a beast!
Intertwined with your mind, architect on rewind, building up critical ammunition firing shots leaven your body twitchen , did u get it, while I hit, not that haze purp, but that real deal work, my brain on twerk, suspension, My name is TBLAKE, I have my own definition,
© Tawanda Blake
