Chains And Whips

Chains and whips

Chains and whips,
Tongues and lips,
These are things that I enjoy,
These things are my little toys,
You may think me freak,
But when I speak,
I speak in rhymes,
And keep the time,
I never need a beat,
I follow the street,
Never scared of the cars that fly by,
And you’ll never know why,
I do what I do,
And what I do I do it for you,
I do it for me,
For when I write I can see,
Who I am on the inside,
Before I knew I always cried,
Who am I really today,
But now I no and I say hey,
You are who you are don’t be in shame,
For one day you’ll be surrounded by fame.