and the rhythm is wrong
for the rhymes - it's a tenuous grasp
a miscollection - reverberation
a misspelling in beatz. sounds
loose their glory in misspoken
language. the hate, the hurt, anger
it is not a rift - it is a misbegotten
moment of life. born to late
in life - lost amongst the lane
faced with what can only be known as shame.
here is the crux that must be dealt
with before any rhythm brings life
find the words the rhymes the art
then lean into and find the beatz