Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.
It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.
Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.
Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait