Poems from Chris Rhymez
Fresh in tuxedo
And am fly like an eagle
My touch down needs no Heathrow
Fresh to death and the spot is packed with people
I can't wait to...
Every time my heart beats
And pumps, my blood speaks
In its tongue with hard kicks
Rhythmic beats in my capillaries repeats
And God's voice...
I try to communicate verbally
But my mind is against delivery
Because am being held hostage mentally
Subconsciously unaware of what I do...
My parents fornication
Resulted in procreation
In her womb began my formation
But the debate of my termination
Was the topic of their...