I'ma call her Flow!

I'ma call her Flow!

I knew from the moment I entered though those doors,

My life was about to change forever. Maybe it was fate severed.

I can't really remember.It was back with my old friend Terrence in 2006 .He wanted me to hit up this open mic and said it was sick.

She didn't know it back than but she was my first love,

Poetry.

I'ma call her that flow.

I used to listen to her hit that stage and spit that shit nice and slow.

Even if her mouth was moving a mile a minute,

I thought it was my heart that was in it.

I could feel the beat of love with every lyric.

Spoken Word was what she unleashed.

Her words were raw and beast.

In her voice was inspiration I found.

Flash forward to the present and butterflies in my stomach still find ways to be resurrected.

I really miss those days of a family called the crew.

Naw, maybe the truth is I was just missing you.

How did it take poetry finding a distance land for me to seek her hidden mystery. Maybe it's because distance makes it the answer to our long secret history.Maybe it's that part of her that will always be part of me. She is the beat in my heart that gives the slam vibe.The Revolution that will never die. The inspiration that lead me on this journey.

I don't think this is the end of our unwritten story.

Perhaps the reason I'm still searching is because our paths keep passing but never stopping.

I'ma call her that flow,

these bars I can't stop dropping.

That raw beat in my heart that allows me to write this tune only I could hear.

With her there is no writer's block.

Rather that flow,

That chemistry that started years ago.

The weirdest part to this day I don't think nobody really knows.

What is that beat that is forming?

Her musicless words.

Only heard by the cageless song birds.

The twist of my mind and whirl of my pen.

I can't remember how it started, but it happening again.

That flow she created with the softness of her voice.

How I wish her words longed for whats between my hips,

As I long for the words she unleashes from her very lips.

She is that poetry.

That ultimate fire.

She my secret flow and longest desire. The first woman I've ever truly loved,

Poetry.

I'ma call her that flow.

I used to listen to her hit that stage and spit that shit nice and slow.She is that flow,

Her words are raw and beast.

And my heart is her mental Melody. And my heart is her mental Melody and beat.