Your beat when you walk in.....holding still.....breathing in.....and you are right there....right in front of me....seducing me with words i have heard before from others....this time, it's different....can't tell you why....well, probably because you are the beat i was looking for....the indifference in you....the light at the end of the tunnel, they say......you are it....tired of saying swag...fuck that, it's confidence....never looked for you.....just found you.....i heard your beat....followed it....became all too real for me.....followed you 6 times now.....7 is my lucky number....and it rhymes with my name.....I'll stop following you at 7.....because at 7, your beat grows weaker.....and I'm on to the next one.....but your beat when you walk in.....holding still....breathing in....and you are not here anymore....
-Just listened to a banging ass beat a friend did....funny how inspiration comes from the weirdest places...not my best piece ever....but fuck it, i just wanted to write....
