This is my attempt at flowing. I wrote this because someone told me that I wrote decent poetry. I also was making a stab at music. So I was seeing if I might be able to do a rap verse. Don't know but here it is. Don't mind the end. Had to add a humourous touch.

I'm just your average white boy cracker
with an intellectual head that god slapped up
on my shoulders to form and mold words
so my voice will be heard until in your mind it stirs
and whirs and spin so fast it becomes a blur

Ive always had a way with my poetry
the way the words flow out is the key
and to the paper in a message spelled out to me
not everyone has the power to flow but woah to be
it comes as a challenge and a crutch to me

the dedication i give the pen and the paper
the time and work and ignoring you haters
saying im just a black boy faker
a wigger to society complaining to the master
but i got my own reasons to write this so
i want messages to come across and flow
to your brain until it hits you low
and you understand and then you know
that I do this for fun and I dont need to do it so.

Its an art that comes out in the ink
give it a second and let it sink
and the sound of my voice will make you think
about the syllables that i spit
take my time soon i'll split
and part ways with the words i writ
just take a moment there while you sit
soon you will know that my fire is lit

Walking down the street one day
a passerby got in my way
looked me up and down than began to say
you got a dollar to spare so that i may
eat your words up it satisfies me greatly
above and beyond others will soon see
that your hunger for words fill others truly
to satiate the pains i feel completely
disappearing them gone im sad to see me
asking for the dollar when its not meant to be

I let this man go but i began to realize
it lifted my heart and opened my eyes
i looked up in the air and as high as the sky
is my limit and soon i feel i will rise
lifted by your love ill begin to fly
and look down below me wondering why
others werent rising up with me so high
but theyll