I am a poet my words are an extension of my mind transferred to paper through the hand of an artist

Screw 15 minutes of fame want a permanent spot on NY Times front page,

 

Every single person in the whole damn world will finally remember my name,

 

Money fortune fame blowing up so big the game I play will never be the same,

 

Realize no matter the things that come my way my attitude will never change, 

 

This pen becomes a mic in my hand every blank page just a conquered stage, 

 

Words flow add another level to the show ready set come on people lets go,

 

Like a rap superstar spitting his game my rhymes in the form of written poetry,

 

1..2..3  ready set go put your hands up in the air come on stand up follow me,

 

Raise your voice make it show defeat is a game you will no longer care to know,

 

Turn up the volume finally in poetry writing I have found my lifes true calling, 

 

When the music hits sounds so thunderous then words hit like a lightning strike,

 

Blood sweat tears giving my all to chase what I once thought was only a dream,

 

Climb up to the top only looking back to see the bottom where my life started, 

 

Once walking down these lonely roads people crowd around me where I go,

 

Walk slow take it in enjoy the pictures of the past because this is your future,

 

Follow me we are taking a trip to the edge of the world as far as eyes can see,

 

Stars shine bright guiding my way back to things I thought were forever lost,

 

In the end there was nothing left my poetry proved to be my angel in disguise,

 

Ink sprawls across blank pages like flowing like rivers carving through this land,

 

Now feel like a rapper with a mic but really all I am is a poet with pad and pen,

 

Poet with words from pen rapper when they come from within we are the same.

 

Ross Wigg©