The beats in my ears meat the words on my heart.

Now listening to: Gym Class Heroes

So, after tonight,
i feel, i feel, i feel.
i ask myself,
"Self, is this real?"
Cuz that's what you call yourself
when you're talking to yourself.
i feel affirmation, just after a simple convosay
what something i heard, something i'd say?
The same things said again and again,
what is following God, what is the world, and what is sin?
No answers this time, no, no, no.
Just affirmation that hits the mind and soul, soul, soul,
like an ill-produced rhyme, oh, oh, oh.
A couple of friends, couple cups of joes,
through down two- fifty,
get some hot biscuits and gravy,
and stuff 'em down our estomagos.
Little did i know, know, know,
that this miniscule night was the right night to grow, grow, grow.
Fertilizer be the friends i consider fam,
and my water be the clock cruising past 3 a.m.
If only you could hear the beat,
to these lyrics i'm throwing down,
if only you could hear the beat,
of my heart that ain't slowing down.
But, i the only oppurtinty i got
is this crappy poem,
to take all the cards out my sleeve
and show 'em.

shalom.