Light bulb above my head
Idea or thought
Magically what’s in my head I
Tattoo on paper and call it art
What keeps me going is this organ inside called the heart
Which pumps ether through these vains
That generates a burning desire
A will to succeed
Which I call fire
Put in a position in which I may inspire
Under pressure I’ll never perspire
And just as a sign of respect I would like the
Class to call me sire
Today’s lesson is why find a buyer when imagination is free
Your aspirations are close
Just follow your dreams
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment