If my ink pen could sing it’d sing to me
A love ballad, the sweetest sound you’d ever hear
Hums and hymns, like the doo-wop sang by the rugged
The raspy high notes of dreams deferred, the jingle of donations
Inspiration broken down from alleyways with crack pipes riddled in ‘em
Inspiration can thrive in the unlikeliest of places
Inspiration, loose leaf and ink pen, I love you
The brutality of loose lips are shielded by my ink pen
As I grip my pen tight, I let the stench of memories linger
Pheromones from yesteryear, the withdrawals from the percs
Teenage angst communicated through boost mobile chirps
In 2007 back when we drank Nut Crackers in Halsey Park
I couldn’t fathom there was anything beyond that, young bucks
Boy was I wrong