Snap! Snap!

Snap! Snap!
A finger’s struggle
Laps! Laps!
Is the mind’s rebuttal
But…
Tempo is tempo
Helps rhythms get through
So hardships and sacrifice
Should get me to you
Puff! Puff!
Smoke comes quick from those lips
You see a dance,
But that’s surely a slip
A drift, an aftermath
A residue, a slide
An escape from scenes
Of a sinister size
And as I lie, I lie
And dry those eyes
Repercussions is far
From these devious times
So nickel, dime
And change the foot tap
To a finger’s struggle
Snap! Snap!
Snap! Snap!