With no end, I’ve got no clue where to begin This isn’t therapy, it’s a binge I’ve got a sheet of paper that looks like Michael J. Fox wrote on it Different lines intertwined with the dope wattage Devoted flow-got it….the ink’s a mess of black entrails The less I think, the track is nailed Hours pass and my wrist begins to cramp painful But I still can’t refrain from writing by the page, full A fatal dose of dopamine flooded in my bloodstream Ideas are left behind when I’ve crushed them in a hushed dream The only sound made is the never ending beat I got it on repeat, hope my neighbors don’t complain and seek The police to stop this, holding me hostage It’s been so many years since I felt alive, watches Don’t mean a thing, a band of white on my farmer tan Left stays light…my right writes the heart of San Verse one’s done, it’s time to turn the leaf to page 2 Ladies shake what your surgeon gave you Guys pose at the bar with your drink and nurse that And watch tonight’s rapper sweat his grey shirt black don’t give him dap, don’t even clap, act unimpressed chicks dig that, even the fat one with breasts Think I’m lying, try it…you’ll get Carnie in heartbeat Wilson parties with the barkeep says you’re gnarly Smarmy varmints showing up to get some ass here Unlike the live cats up front that act weird You’ll find me there shouting along to the song Waving my arm like a 6’4” fool with a gong Gone beyond caring about appearances, I’m here to have fun Got no patience for the cats trying to act dumb Ruin the scene for everyone for a chance at rep Give up your ice grill, go work on some dance steps No amphetamines I bled a dream with grand measures feeling the energy given to me by ancestors Thoughts span letters, hoping to make fans pleased Third line down, it’s time to get it back to Amp Lee I’m making the splendid splinter cry a cryogenic dialect of hits There’s nothing like the call of a pen, pariah sick And I admit an iron stomach with a matching constitution Taking a breath, I got the bomb solution Convoluted , but come and join me on the journey Maybe hazy Freudian and wordy, poisoning attorneys Boise up to Jersey worth avoiding plus disturbing, busting a verse right here Right now, scorch your eyebrows, I fear my proud, dead father’s ghost…and I behave so the chill never gets close Memories enough to last a lifetime plus some I’m killing time with pen and paper ‘til the bus comes
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 03:17:00 +0000