New Rap Flow

January 25, 2016
4:11 pm

New Rap Flow

It's about to go down
To the sounds
Of me droppin
This pen
As it inks
To your instincts
And appeals
To the real
Who crave
The days
Of love songs
And old ways
When love
Was admired
And desired
That are no longer
Spit, spewed
Or spoken
As a token of
Bruised, battered
And broken
Human Hearts
misused
Abused and used
To excite the masses
With open rashes
In living caskets
Let's get back to love
Somethings so Sweet
With melodies and lyrics
Plans of commitment in it
Stimulating, matrimony
And loyalty
It's about to go down
As the mood fades to black
Sounds of poet ink
Silent Stalker rap

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker