I might have forgot how to freestyle
so my words will spill in a "key" styleI need to write, it has been too long
I need to rhyme, this feeling is strong
I have been caught up in classes
reading so much I should stock up in glasses
What is the purpose when teachers are worthless
in the eyes of a country run by boardrooms and churches
I am doing it to sharpen my mind
I've always had heart when I rhyme
but when things get dark's when I find
the inner light flickering
even as fake friends are snickering
I make ends while ya'll are bickering 
over who is pregnant and who is sober
my concepts have more range than a rover
So I don't know if this is a blog or what
I know I'm tired of having the softest gut
I'm driving to San Fran cuz my life is fogging up
and i need to get back to the roots...
I am writing cuz I need to get back...to my roots.