Poetry Video (MV)

I only miss you when the sun goes down
Oh
Your voice is my favorite sound Swaying like the palm trees
You and me we're poetry Painting stories with our lips

This is my poetry in motion
I took the E out of emotions
Now my motion detects the motives of those around me
I hear talk of promotions, they want figures
But I demote them, due to in-action in their figures
So what I believe, they go make believe
Hmm
The look on their faces
I don't know who to believe
My aim remains high
So high that my foes can't perceive
I live high up in the mountains
Climbers can't reach the summit on this Rocky Mountain
But their Rush for More
Keeps me at work like it's a chore Come here to explore
There are steps on how to get to me
First step is to go explore

I only miss you when the sun goes down
Oh
Your voice is my favorite sound
Swaying like the palm trees
You and me we're poetry
Painting stories with our lips

This is that, this is my poetry in motion
This my poetry in motion, motion
This, this, this is my poetry in motion, motion

I'm feeling like Pac in Poetic Justice
But I'm the poet screaming what happened to the justice
While we the poets are at the shorelines
Trying to speak for those that are detained at the borderlines
In hope to spread sounds that are powerful
Enough to sync into their controllers
Minds, minds, minds
Hoping these Sonnets, Lyrics, and Odes
Do damage inside these monsters
Who mastered minds
For this reason is why I had to master mines
I hope this trip set off what's mine blowing
Boom
Don't give up, be all knowing
That's how you achieve
Don't let them loose
Because once you are loose
You can't hang from a noose
Just let it breath, breath

I only miss you when the sun goes down
Oh
Your voice is my favorite sound Swaying like the palm trees
You and me we're poetry
Painting stories with our lips

This is that, this is my poetry in motion
This my poetry in motion, motion
This, this, this is my poetry in motion, motion

This is that, this is my poetry in motion

I only miss you when the sun goes down
Oh
Your voice is my favorite sound Swaying like the palm trees
You and me we're poetry
Painting stories with our lips

This is that, this is my poetry in motion
This my poetry in motion, motion
This, this is my poetry in motion, motion