Read too many books
Had a headache of letters
Now I'm vomiting these words...
They said I'm sick
Went to the doctor
He said it's just an overdose
On language

You would say I'm crazy
When I express myself
With letters, coming from ink
But ****
There's no mental institution for poets

I usually listen to drums
Cause' it reminds me of my heart
My heart beat
That keeps me alive...
Even though I don't duck or jive
I knew I was bound for this
At the tender age of five

I have dreams
And they are bigger than the ones
I have when I sleep
Partly motivated
By nobody but me
Underrated individual
Who is fueled by words
Please don't judge, just let me be
Me