Spirit of a Man

Posted on February 6, 2009. Filed under: Poem |

From the astound

Bounds of the

Profound,

Mad hounds from the

Impound,

Jump in count,

So all hands up

And guns down.

 I got a need,

To be the breed,

Which I can heed and feed,

So that I can lead,

The stone deed.

To celebrate the first sheet,

Which had my name to read.

 My rules are straight,

My souls white.

My car is black,

And rest is no reason to confide.

 And for those who think,

Well tried,

I got to say, hold on,

‘Cos am always learning for my next fight.

 I hypnotize,

Synergize,

the air I synchronize,

When I verbalize.

 These thoughts of freedom, king size.

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