The brain behind this verse
don't want anything to be worse
However bad seems to be a curse
doesn't mean inking it to disperse
The gorillia sits in the mist
swinging his mighty fist
He knows he can make the top
of the list

Hey good or great poets`
out there in the jungle wild
your verse can be like a
runaway child
Can you hold back your pain
in your word
or will you let it grow eagle wings
of the big powerful bird

Smokem peace pipe
try to ignore all the hype
Good fruit in your head is ripe
Hold back on that bad
try to go with the happy
and forget the sad
even though your feelings are
dam near mad

opg