Deadman: Ropes
CHECK
half moronic, magna karma, student of change
only blackbird who spread his wings and flew to the cage
stupid, forsaken, youths in a basement, practicing bondage
bleeding ropes for every goal we haven't accomplished
do we have to be honest? i'd rather shatter a promise
abandon my apartment. head back to the cottage,
passive. subtle nuances like genetical code
bloodline syndromic, telegraphing punches to throw
semi-morose, fully corrosive settled in smoke
filter larynx through a gravel pit. Inspectah Verbose
chemical dosage, mescaline Motrin. plastic and paper
addicts are saviors, viewed as lepers now cause habit is nature
indulgence is nature, food is a drug. who's pulling the plug?
everybody plays the fool .. if they're foolish enough
translucent, Zab Judah when shadowboxing your fate
napping lucid awake. camouflage and oxygen tanks
democracy, pick-pocketing, apocryphal, fake
now apologize again, just for apologies' sake
nodding away those labor pains on leather recliners
my homie used to put the wet to a lighter, setting the fire
never higher. February paints a painful maroon
Thorazine blues settled in. you wouldn't make it to June
crescent moon, powder boom, kegstand naked at noon
life's a black dinner spoon - insufflate it or lose
hatred is useless, drop the mask, face your confusion
pick the pieces up and make it your movement.
MATE
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Last edited by dead man; 11-08-2013 at 04:11 PM.
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