Flow

i flow like the blood that is in your vains
in and out through the heart, rhymes mess up your brains
like a lobotomy, im a lyrical anomoly, never spacing out man, this aint astronomy
this is creative writing, early in the morning so im fighting the urge to sleep,
no offense mr. greene, your class actually quite exciting,
but its rare to see me awake at this time
its like a sasquatch sighting,
at 7:20 in the morning, school seems uninviting,
kind of like a creepy ass house on top of a hill
or the heads on stakes that crazy tribesmen have killed
id rather be in my bed, with no alarm clock to bust,
then i remember "stay on task Ryan, graduation is a must"