Metaphors - SpeedVerse
 

Been a while since I been flexin or speed writing so here's a speed verse. No edits.

The mirage is displayed, haze like in a memories' light
like water turning to sand, then the thrust. Memories knife.
It must have been past lives that have brought this evil
Does a shark bite, die, rise, and then become this feeble?
The muscle mass is the truffle gas from this duffle bag,
A hustled pass into tougher grass, where the dogs clutch and hack,
But I must detach from these puffled laughs and life and rift,
Cause this mask is heavier than twice the irons I might try to lift.
I ply my gifts for the right to fit, but this life's too tight, it's my mind that's ripped,
The mind defines the world, to the height and extent I wish
That's why the world might be a mile, and two sizes too big
might be the right fit.

cool shit, i dig these kind of exercises, had some dope content for being quickly drawn out.