Originally Posted by
atomik_sprout 
I wonder why the sky is so high.
Why I can't reach it, no matter how hard I try.
Or even why it's always colored blue.
If it could speak I'd ask, "What's wrong with you?"
I often wonder why so many people try to fight me.
That's just wrong no matter hou much you dislike me
Such a shame someone would waste thier time
tryin' to rob me and keep me from makin' these rhymes.
Here comes the rouser of this rabble.
He wants another battle.
Sneakin' up on mother F***as,
poppin' out the shadows!!!
He won't get my money.
'Cause you see, I'm broke, G.
All he gets is pocket lint
and roaches for his homies.
Now that that's over, let's move on.
I don't want to keep you while I ramble all day long.
Because if I did, you'd probably get bored.
Then after that, my poems would probably be ignored. ^_^
But anyway, I wonder how my city still thrives;
Between the crime rate, the lack of schools and HWY 35.
I mean, damn! Does this place need more problems?
Can't we find somebody who is willing to solve them?
You ever wonder what it would be like to live in a tree?
Like the Keebler elves? Yeah! Get your cookies for free!!
Or maybe high up in the mountains, where the air is thin.
Would you live there all alone, or would you bring along your kin?
Many thoughts and questions come and go within my head.
So many that sometimes, all I want is to go to bed.
Yet, here I am still reaching up to grab the sky.
My hands way up in the air, still asking the clouds, "Why?"
