I’m getting my guitar fixed,
So I can sing my rhymes into songs,
Strumming along,
I will play til I get strong,

Plucking the guitar strings,
Playing all the notes,
Tuning in to my gift,
It will be a smooth little rift,

As I pull the acustic to my lap,
Keeping my fingers strumming to a smooth rap,
Relaxing as I’m playing,
The words are whispered out,
Then when I get to the comfy place I can let it all out,

Singing only for the pleasure,
I do not sing in tune,
Deafened sounds to some,
I can sing my kids to sleep as they fall asleep in their rooms.

And that is all I play for,
That is my entire set,
Playing for my loved ones,
Is my favourite project yet.