SneakyTree

I drove home in a fog. My mind was circling, circling, circling Draining me. I didn't know how I would make it home Fearfully trying to see It was then I heard My son Breathing Sleeping Peacefully beside me. I realized, instantly, This boy was by far the most important thing. Bigger than me. Worth more than my life or my happiness, love, pain or anything. Everything My world fell violently down into focus in dazzling clarity. A peace settled over me, A piece of me broke off Fell to the road, and I Left it far behind me.

I'm in the business Of wishing people Merry Christmas, I'm efficient, Deliver several every minute, But let me predicate, I mean it when I make the statement, It's a definite. From the heart, it isn't fake, I didn't find it on the internet and cut n paste it. I made it, bubble-wrapped it up and taped it, So take it... From me, Special delivery. Devastating impact, Heavy artillery. I'm Sentimental devil with a questionable quality, Lyrically equipped with an armament of artistry... Seasons greetings. Save a prayer for me... ~to Tatsi, sincerely, Sneakytree ;p

Never have I ever tried to rhyme before... Never even gave it so much as a try before. Never knew what all the chatter and the hyping was over. Blissfully ignorant, no desire to know, sir. Be like "if there's one thing I'd never be, it's a rapper. It's a pointless, shallow, exercise in selfish vanity. Just testing the limits of allowable profanity, and musical inanity. Seriously" I made a point to look away, ignore the whole art form, on principle. My mind was made, etched upon the bedrock, invincible. The wind and rain and sand will grind me up, I'd just smile at my indestructible idol, vicariously carrying me on in denial, forever. But