(Freestyle – Quick)
Live my time,
Do I cross the line,
Someone asks me if I’m fine?
I nod and flip them a dime.
They try to fine me,
But I’m already being wined and dined,
I smirk as their faces begin to become faded,
Its not like I haven’t waded,
before in the swamp, deep and choppy,
The water life slinging about slimly and sloppy.
As I live my time,
Tied away from destiny,
Escaping life’s deeper pain,
Life is like a ripened lime,
Sour and sweet, carrying taste buds to sublime moods,
Purring like a lively kitten singing,
Its lively tunes.