spit

I write al the words that rip trough my beating chest, I live for the feel of it ,its my conquest I write all the time ,I write it from my blurry mind the emotions that i bring out are the ones buried deep inside the way to write all the time their just watching me fall grabbing for the rim, and running straight like traveling a ball they will come ,I will flow i do it all the time even when I'm laying there and nothings on my mind I got the power ,I babble the words that slip right from my mouth take the words and twist um up, and then I spit them out you think I'm wrong ,I know im right it's me that's 4 real i want my words to grab ahold, and tell you how I feel yall listen up, and, take these words and run them to the ground I hope one day when I'm not here, my words do get found .