The poetic rhythm and the bass
Oh! once I had a taste
I couldn’t get enough of b-boying
but despite constantly trying
I also couldn’t get a hang of it
Couldn’t understand the slang of it
I quit once twice and thrice
thought stagnation would suffice
But the rhythm never leaves the dancer
I became a couch potato, a procrastinator even a free lancer
But my facebook news feed was still showing
Bboys in all their awesomeness, basking, glowing
And I couldn’t take it anymore
I restarted bboying the toprock
the bottomrock the freezes, the powermoves
In hopes that I wont quit again
Procrastination is a bitch
Rhyming is hard
Batman must be a retard