My rhyme ain't good just yet, my brain and tongue just met
What I wouldn’t give for some word-smithing ability a la Spektor and MIA
“Consequence Of Sounds”
My rhyme ain’t good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain’t friends, so far,
My words don’t travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don’t serve much use,
No healthy calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin