It comes when the flow is in your head, the pen starts to move, and the words come out like the breath you breathe. Not fighting the flow, just letting it spit. The blunts are rolled, the smoke is clouding, the mic is hot, why wouldn't you wanna share?
It comes naturally, when the heart is involved. No biting or hating on other poets, just feel that each has their own styles, so when the flow hits, it shouldn't be a struggle, to dress the canvas with what you feel or wanna say. So, if you feel me on this. Show love than hate on it."
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