When <br /> I <br />Rap... <br /> I do <br />it so <br /> disreetly <br />And it <br /> comes <br />out so <br /> sweetly <br />Like <br /> Black <br />Honey/Gold <br /> It <br />Affects <br /> you <br />When it is <br /> least <br />Expected to <br /> I am <br />told <br /> But <br />Don't <br /> ever <br />take <br /> my <br />Rap <br /> Just <br />for <br /> a <br />Rap <br /> Because <br /> It's <br />Coming <br /> Straight <br />From <br /> My <br />Heart <br /> The <br />Message <br /> is <br />Like <br /> Fire <br />And it <br /> Burns. <br />Listen <br /> Closely <br /> Hear the <br />Silky-Smooth <br /> Drawl! <br /> It will <br />quietly <br /> But <br /> eventually <br />blow <br /> your <br />Mind...<br /><br />Miss Unknown Empty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sister-speaks-of-rapping/
