Lyrically Maneuvered
Lyrically maneuvered.
That's the only way I move.
With content and something meant...
That puts me in a mood.
I'm lyrically maneuvered,
Grooving in a cool behooved.
There has to be a need in me..
To soothe my attitude.
And I don't need a finger popping rock,
To get me started.
And I don't need a cushioned beat...
To pat my feet!
And I don't need a finger popping rock,
To get me started.
And I don't need a cushioned beat...
To pat my feet to a meter.
Lyrically maneuvered.
That's the only way I move.
With content and something meant...
That puts me in a mood.
And...
I,
Don't need a finger popping rock...
To get me started,
No!
And I don't need a cushioned beat...
To pat my feet,
To keep up with a meter.
And...
I,
Don't need a finger popping rock...
To get me started,
No!
And I don't need a cushioned beat,
To pat my feet...
To keep up with a meter,
If the lyric keeps my heat up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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