Bored so I thought I might just type a quick no edit written. The sun shines through my window, showing promise of where the day may go, sick of all these songs with same flow, waiting for the day rap decides to grow. And evolve, into the thing weve all been told, exists, to be honest im a bit pissed, because if anyones writing anything meaningful I musta missed, it, in its entirety, dont lie to me, I dont aspire to be, the next big Mc, just do what I love for free, typing lines on the net to save trees. There aint no rhyme and reason, there is no change betweeen the seasons, in melbourne, the time turns as the weather stays the same, like a noob to an online game, deaf dumb and little bit lame. I grab the pen and find some thoughts to tame, when im done nothing will ever be the same. These acts are categorical, but with meaning so metaphorical, I seek to find an oracle, to find the truth behind the possible. I leave Im behind, because there isn;t a way I cant find, even if its in imagination, time flies when my mind is racing im pacing, up and down the corridors, mind lost in thought, and I can;t seem to find the cause, why do I do this? It cant be for the applause. My mind flips and trips, trying to formulate a plan, or pattern. going round and round like the rings of saturn, then it all stops on one turn. I start to sort it, what this gig is all about. feel the freedom of expression, sometimes it is a blessing, whether serious or only messing, rapping is a dream, so no need for the stressing My mind at ease, consolation in the fact I said my peace, I exit the confines of my mind, leave it empty like the space is for lease, the only mark left is one small crease.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 06:29:10 +0000
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