A God Like You
I'm a poetic medic in search of vocabular fanactics. I take phrases and make rhymes useful for the addicts. I perform tricks with metaphors like acrobatics. I am collateral damage for all the depressed manics.Design comes natural a gift of creativity, all forces of evil divided by simplicity. The current of power travelling the speed of electricity. I'm building cities with my hands it's so elementary. The basic fundamentals of creating rhyme, displayed through the hourglass and the eyes of time .
It's like magic when two words collide to form the same meaning trapped deep inside.It's like the door has been opened wide, take a look around and see what you 'll find.
Why Is your mind so shallow, your dreams echo in the distance of the hollow. Will we make it to tomorrow and will you overcome that aching sorrow.
I believe theirs a higher power above, creating free flowing verses that speak of love. Master, medic, genius, poetic, don't judge the world until you have read it. Who knew that their would be a God like you, who said it.
Spittin' image shine with mental impressions of the divine
to the peaks of forgiveness I climb seeking new ways for the blind
Who knew that their would be a God like You
I never knew their could be a God like You
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