Compared to the mood I’m in
Dude I’ll finish off the gin
To cope with the rude things they think
I’m a dope for all the ways I intrude in with these sins
For days, for ages
For ways , my shame, only enlarges
It Cages, me into an ageless, name
A sageless prime
The rhythm of the rhyme
In prison for a long time
I let go of attachments
I’m out that mental department
Looking for a departure to a new apartment
New compartment
Of my life
I find my wife
My blithe
Alone
Tombstones
Carved with knifes
I’m not asking them to mourn me
But through all these apologies
I’m filled with thorns, prickers, adjourn, at court, only become sicker
The mental system
Has a way to not listen
To the rhythm
Of this reason
For there’s too many people that were grieving
Just deeper we’re needing
A change of focus
Like we’re swarmed with locusts
But out pops the crocus
After we get through the circus
We spark this hocus pocus
In the dark the smoke we took it.
In what we wrote we look just
A little better before
But it’s progress not perfection that is sure
But move on we have an obsession with what’s pure for these girls and boys who carry swords. My rap styles vary but I’m sure. It’s this or. Nothin. What’s this I’m loving something. Someone. Lust divine it’s known to run. Away to another place nearer to the sun. On a mountaintop near the equator. Don’t stop for the haters. But I stop for a fast skater or a roller blader. Or a car or biker. Don’t go far in liFe or. I go to the mall or rikers. Island. Just styling on the far out sniper silents. In the silent night. I bring this fury. In this rhyme of delight. I’m sure it’s surely. Alright alright. It’s time it’s just a story. Just a story?? Sounds like an odyssey. To me. A god in me. Is free. Now I’m at my knees. Praying to lord geez. Us Christ oh please. Give me salvation. Give me me. Give me a Dalmatian and a lawn with a bunch of trees. I’ll never cut them down. Because I hate the sound. Of chainsaws.