jim bean the furious....
why... a question converse, to mention my verse...
at that i unhurst...the mind... the reason we incline..
the sober leashin drinkin wine...bein blind...we in times
where a fines bein crimes, for fillin binds...journals that
thermal my rhymes...
where...because to speak is to impare, the sleekest tunes
i share... the weak is whom pry bare...a mouth without
words opinions assumed die there...
who...because reals gimmic for stayin true...and heals
a mimmic for reachin hieghts you couldnt see in you...
in others in others perspectives im seekin through...each
of us speakin weakin old bonds for breathin new...
when... bathe in tomorrow like the day after is the end
grave to share sorrow you only borrow what you lend...
trend to bend boundries that blister life... the striphe
i chizzle with this pen...
you ask me why? like the only person who concludes
questions is i... you ask me where? on the same battle
grounds and war remains over soil that we share...
you ask me when? and i could say ten...but what
matters how many years you could mend..you ask me
who? when living fortifies every question evolved till
time is dew........