the contract I signed, long ago
with I-self, not to show
what I know
so I pray,
and . . .
the center of the Universe
welcomes I in and swallows I
I’m ready to flow
to show self what I know
and I’m ready
freddie
and the Y2K
is why I lay...
down
the tracks of time
the fightful rhyme
and the devine crime
was that loss of time
thought I was behind, all the others
til I found out, they’re all I brothers
I throw off covers
strip down the force
over spinning weeds
shining knight on I horse
and of course the charge
is a call to arms
to move I body, and show I charms
found when I danced, there was no boredom
realized it made I, feel like Michael Jordan
one must step up
I fill I, cup
sup?
and it may be Yourami
but its Miami too
where life seems free
for I and U. . .
and in this think, with a smile and sigh
we should simply call it, Iami
you sigh, you sigh
still, I am I
and in welcoming in
the Energy fills
and chills
as one kind am I
Yourami
Miami
I am I
of course the glitter, and neon lights,
no faces bitter, always moonshine delights,
and the Am I’s are truth
be it cooth, speak of Babe Ruth
and wander above, the hush fed deep
as to try, not to sleep
reap
the benefits of where you sow,
what you know
and how you flow
