Daily 16 #26

I'm the gold in '49.

Refined and shine.

The purpose;

The feeling all down your spine.

I scream like Tarzan, grabbing a vine.

I'd share the whole world with you,

And all the world is mine.

Freedom in the air,

I ain't doing no time.

I know the women love me,

Never needed a sign.

Write poems daily in my chair, reclined.

TOPS1ONE's the name,

No need to define.

The realest, can you feel this, yo I roll with gorillas.

A crescendo from the illest, wait for the build-ups.

This a mad man's world, my mind is in space and time.

Don't focus superficially,

Just imagine the rhymes.

We could go line for line, the victory's mine.

Pockets swollen, my jewelry shines.

I do this all of the time.

Can't stop me.

You went to college, but you got "C's".

Tried to stop me?

A wild fox;

A trickster,

And I got themes.

TOPS1ONE at the Coffee Bean,

sipping hot tea.

Can't define the truth.

The truth is within me.

I am who I am:

This isn't a different man.

These are my plans:

Never sleep again,

Hit up the gym,

Then coffee at 10.

These fools cannot stand to see me win.

Because they cannot conquer the hatred within.

Late nights I sip gin and talk to my friends.

Philosophizing on how it began.

With a big Bang or God's own hand.

As you stare into the abyss,

Listen to this.

As my muse leaves you with a death kiss;

Headless, restless, and mentally ill.

My instruments heal,

Truth too real,

You ain't nothing, but frills.

North Indian Hill.