rhythm and poetry

this is not just rap, its poetry

its no trashy pastry wrap, its poetry

spoken words, guitar chords

palm-wine gourds amidst word-lords

its sultry, yes its poetry

conceived, laid and hatched in an African poultry

expressed by Erykah, Alicia and Floetry

rhythm and poetry, food for my soul

inspiring me to eternally seek to be whole

i'm not an MC, i don't do mics

i'm just a pupil comparing like with like

i sit listening to teachers, to street preachers

so my heart is richer, yes, i am a knowledge seeker

who was driven to books as a child cos i was thought weaker

but now i emerge from the dark glowing like Micah
with a revelation, expressing inspiration
embalmed in beats in quick and slow pulsations