On Teaching A Wishlist

I swear it was a simple list
a list of wishes
things I dream
what I want
like blowin on twenty birthday cakes
and I was nearly cussin sons of cousins
and now my head aches
make a list and put in some pictures
it’s simple we ain’t writin scriptures
give me a vision let the words make decisions
just show and don’t tell cuz tell day blows always was always will
I need words that show
like tongues stained from rainbow suckers
and not made up words like deluxer
and then comb the wishlist
with a fine tooth
and 86 the cliché
cuz those are now gone and illegal
our new words are paintings that bounce off purple walls
sounding so regal
and then change it again so it says I AM
Yeah, I Said Change It

Damn Leyba you’re killin me shifting my flow what the hell do you know? My wishes was shiny and slippery as fishes and now you want I AM?
I’ll tell you who I am
I am word a stained tongue
I am the skin of the young
I am the shame after losing the game
I am the dropped jaw after hearing the blame
I am lemon lime rhyme sour with power
Words are my ingredients like sugar and flour
Baking you
Involuntarily taking you
to the image I want
I am the writer

Yeah, like that
Just trust me