We need to take this back to the source dream,
with words and rhymes and the metrical art
before I lose myself in this deep scream
from the darkest/lightest part of my heart:
This beat is self-contained, (and) self-realized,
so please follow as your impulse dictates;
It's like riding a bike: you won't forget
how to riddle a rhyme at gentle rates:
My gait in verse, is like a ferris wheel
going around as it flows up and down,
with respect to each unique point / you feel
nauseous, but overall like you've just flown:
My fl-, fl-, flow is contagious, I hope;
If you catch it, do not worry–it's dope!