Sometimes when I wake up
I hit snooze
sometimes I bake up
a pop tart or two
brush a tooth
clean the room
put on new shoes
and then scoot
sometimes I skate
sometimes I spray paint
get baked and make
delicious musical waves
If stuff don't go
I don't care
my hands aren't always roped
with womens underwear
I roll with the flow
I just don't care
and those I know
share the feeling
sometimes I find it appealing
soothing and healing
staring at the cieling
of whatever building
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
2 comments:
" my hands aren't always roped
with womens underwear..."
A bra perhaps? you also spelled celling wrong.
you spelled ceiling wrong too, I guess no one's the better this time.
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