when your writing non-stop
writing the ink out your pens
or leads out your pencils
then i must confess
have you heard of poetic disease
because i think i've been possessed

when your mind has things flowing
and you know it can't stop
i bet it would be hours until the pencil or pen drops

this is not a real disease
but you can catch this mentaly
and once you do
just imagine all the writing your mind will allow you to

image the thoughts that'll run your mind
image the flow that'll control your mind
when i was first possessed i thought i was crazy
my hands moving non-stop it seemed so amazing

i felt so great
my poems were coming back to back
like music i had a un-controllable flow
and thats a moment i ll never let go

for anyone who has had this disease
tell the world your feelings
your experience
was it good bad or great
did you love it or hate
cause i've never witnessed such a disease that allows us to create

even when i was judged
even back when i was dissed
i stayed to myself
showed people i didn't care about how they thought of me
that whole time that made me wanna become a man they never be

everyplace i go,
like school, barbershops, parties, and work
i stayed to myself,
not tryna have have to many friends
i heard that brings more drama to your life
is that to hard to understand

see regardless of what they think
regardless of what they done and  tried towards me
those jokes only show one thing in-mature you see

i stayed to myself
to stay out of harms way
to keep away from fake people
because to much popularity can be a danger
so dont worry about me i'd rather walk this world a stranger

even if we're far apart
i'll still be there to hold you down
still be there when helps in need
got me feeling some type of way
i might even far to one knee

for a couple who loved each other since middle school
i must say we came a long path
there were days we made mistakes
there were days our hearts were broken
but we are always here to hold each other down
that's why i claim you like my token

even i know your not perfect
i know you had a past
you went from a girl who posted half-naked pictures on Facebook
to a girl with a bit a class
now your acting in ways a lady should
see even you falling into struggle
i was holding you down baby

see every girl i had wasn't like you
they used me for my money
a lot of them cheated
those were the days i thought it would only be repeated
and then you came and changed it all
so i thank you for that
you see we talk mostly everyday
our hearts feelings are strongly carried
just the other day we had plans to be married
so anytime you feel to around
just call on me because i was always there to hold you down

Take my hand, as we walk this terrain.
To the place where upon a branch a woman was hanged.
For stealing grain to make bread, ensuring that her children fed.
Look upwards, crane your head, a woman killed for baking bread.
Now, take my hand and look overland, where grains of sand make up this barren land. From barren life hanging in a tree, to barren sand eroded by sea, come to me. Come away child.
Let's build a sand castle and forget the fear in grains and sand.