IM SPITTING POETRY BABY!

Im spitting poetry baby here hold my hand take a walk with me can you feel my spirit see those clouds forming ahead that old man across the street holding that cane those little kids walking up the street with those balloons in there hands Look to the left city bus almost ran into that cab lightning is ahead tommorow some one in this area will be prenounce on the news dead im spitting poetry baby thanks for walking and talking open minded to my poetry im spitting i aint gone hold you up any longer baby the storms almost here tommorow same time if you wanna walk with me while i spit poetry sure i will call you tommorow round two cool next day morning turn on the news phone ring hey poetic you was right lightning was ahead it struck that old man with the cane this morning he was pronounced dead.