Poems I aint know em by heart; throw em out my heart stone em with art totem on top; rob thoughts ocean n your not knowing I rock loaded with locks broken on top dropping a notch up from your jots potent as rock boulders on blocks with glocks loaded.

My rhyme therapy clarity; my despair repairs; airing me out sparing me; darkness a spark; sharing these arts; restarts daring deeds; x marking the spot; Im not readily; to be deadly but to my enemies lock loaded and let it be; Known I drop recipes.

Nina