Why do you care?
Do you dare,
Ask me that question as much as I stare,
You down to the ground,
I’m not playing around, your sound measures my ears per pound,
I will not put you down,
I’m a clown,
I need you to know,
I will never let you go,
Although, I grow, to flow with your mojo.
You are a power that stands in my soul,
More than gold,
So I mold to fit your aura.
It’s not a lesson, It’s a power that stands like a tower,
Over my body, but it’s hardly the reason,
I care about you.