sitin in a colder world/
humans with are stomachs curled/
unfurled my soul/
until we twirled around outside the atmosphere/
just by are exosphere/
wear we all appear to draw a tear/
when divided by sincere sincerity/
individuality's furtive for prosperity/
but i aint going that route so dont mirror me/
cause you wont hear or see me guarantee security/
that word normal is an obscurity judgen ones purity/
merely to severely fracture/
these feelings people manufacture/
stop and take a second to capture the hidden factor/
then act it out in every detail like an actor/
reenacting exact gesture's/
distracting an audience shackling submissive inside like a servant/
reservein the spot where his nerve went/
lost soul destroyed by being alert but not observant
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words for thought
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Posted 2 years ago #
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ghosts from my past haunt me in my hidden metaphors
heritage of an emcee flows threw my pours
imagine a poetic bandit bustin down doors
stealin ya chains and setting free your whores
if ya wanna know who i am im robbin hood
robbin for the good cause i know that i should
wouldnt leave from rogue even if i could
neva needed to be the type to bring the pressure
but i always needed to be the one to get adventure
lookin deeper before my reaper takes a look at me and points
his heater pulls the trigger then im forever laid into rest
so before i go i want a chance to invest my time and pride
with goals of being one of the besti've pictured it ever since i first planted my place with this verse
to blind this earth in hopes you wannnbe emcees will run and disburse
cower when i devour this double stander with lyrical metamorphosis power
upon my final hour shower me inside the most beautiful flower
cause i thrive on the essence of a message made for an uprising of peasants producing poor people to get there
money for equal take it back from the evil but in order to do that you need to withdraw the needle nesting quietly feeding
deceiving knowledge to breed you before ya even
get a chance to believe in self right renegades start plotting and sneekin around for soul thiefin leavin you unknowning bleeding cursed forever on the path there leadingthis is my misplaced dream
always there but never seen
secluded scheme to make it seem
were all in between just a bunch
puppets placed for a certain theme
to lower self esteem
but deep down in us all are the tools to be supreme
so raise your voice and scream
were done with the routinePosted 2 years ago # -
food for thought..
these things i-ought,
have-got;
when i was younger..
sands my soul,
but speaks-the-most;
as i grow elder//incoherently,
that-spoken-speech;
makes dreams blue,
in my thickened skull,
I hear it call;
these days of old-and-new//These days I knew..
have long gone n pasted;
but memory never predicts a relax,
shocked trauma treatment..
an Eminem-relapse!//Rap "Til-I-Collapse";
cus I fell in love with words;
even though it sometimes-hurts!;
verses-still-work;
its-church;
as-feelins-burn;
as-children-yearn;
until-we-learn;
I keep flippin'-birds!//With my flow so grusome;
sometimes they just don't feel,
when i get numb;
my heart wasn't cold;
in facts its warm;
only thing was tha family love wasn't-yours(mine)//So I reverted ta speakin'-curses;
cus aggression gets big;
n when it gets big enough,
you do harm you-regret;
pose-threats,
up-in-threads//where-i-tred;
i walk alone..
like-dad-did;
seldomed hugged nor-kissed;
they tell you life;
is'a-****..
then you die when your old;
and thats where-you-go..//But it just ain't me..
never-gonna-be;
but was always confused n twisted;
tried ta find tha Lord..
but grandma forced'em;
so i kicked rocks for play,
n drank all-day;
blunts was nice..
until I crossed paths again,
with this girl i knew & loved;
n i **** our relationship-up//So-what!;
I live with some regrets,
I had negative thoughts..
thought about callin'-it-off;
if God don't hustle quick;
dreams of dreams,
that could've-been..//Food for me,
n food fer you;
I never thunk it tha possibilities..
would end up like-kaboom!;
So now I sit in my room;
and just put speech ta thought..
cus these times were dear ta me...
but I lost it all..
its only food for thought..//Posted 2 years ago #
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