When you go through things
You see alot of things
Experience things
But you somehow live through the things
You experience sorrow
But you live to see tomorrow
And in this time it shows you
How to live and not mourn though
The Good and the bad
You see a pen and paper
And automatically your no longer sad
You write it out
An hour done went by and soon it's out
Looking over I want to shout
Now you see that it's kinda like a story
Or maybe a song
Shoot for a second I thought
Tupac Shaker
My rhymes so tight I might make it tight
A tight hit I mean
And then it hit me
I'm a poet
Some of you will know what I mean hi