Y I wright

Why I write, it made the bus ride fly by
This hobby became comfort of mine (transit writing)
I wrote of the day, they protested Ilians stay
What was going on they blocked the roads,
I’ll guess I’ll have to write some more.
I write cause it helps me sleep at night
I write until my eyes won’t comply with open
I write because life motivates me
I need to know everything, so I write out questions
Why has writing become an ego sport? “I can do more”
Write more I do, inform you like a broadcast and this is not a test
I write cause sometimes there was not anything to do
While I would sit in a bare room, except for my chair
I would stare at the white walls that spill onto white tile
The restriction of the white washroom has nothing to blend in to
So I write about my family and my love for her, GAWD DAMN GRIL
I write cause I want to. It has nothing to do with you,
However, why I recite is a completely different story,
The super villain glory; that is why
I write to expel wickedness
I write to take myself more serious
I write because just about everything is amusing to me
Some how somewhere in a tear a hint of humor will be
So I write, when I get high, when I abuse spirits and wine
When I cant ague with you or when I want to garb my gun and BOOM
I write the names of people I want to kill
So I don’t have to see their blood spill
I write to chill out so I don’t have to bring the Steele out
I write cause I like to hear my self think
Its better than hearing yall talk shit
I write cause its substance needed on the mic
I write to say what real poets should
I write so I wont be hanging in the hood
I write because I have something to say
Not here to audition for “THE” play
I write cause I’m sick of some rap shit
And I’m here to tell it to you bastards
I write to expand my mind like a trip of Acid
I write and forget what I wrote
While some cant create and try to milk their GOAT
I write out of the morning and in to the night
When I find out why I write?
I’ll write that shit down, spit on stage
so you can hear how it sounds
Until then just, give my pen a TEN
For trying to explain why I write.