riding around in a black mazzanti
thinking of the past
la tanya, exquite, ashanti
these thoughts just keep spiraling 'round
you place nothing, I place crown
you look up, i face down
a non verbal placed noun
tipping off the outskirts of affinity
smoke through the ears
slipping into outbursts of infinity
but visually the imagery only captures the imagination of infantry.
a spark, an epiphany
he finds a place but not publicity but seeming drops of misery.
inexplicably appears a figure
dark, calm, cool, get to it officially....literally.
fluid, dreams, looping, keep it up to me.
like we reached the destination....
it all just gets to me.