DON'T LAUGH! THIS AIN'T REALITY TV!!!

Mr. J · 05-23-2015, 04:53 AM

I often step to competition with the sword I'm wielding
it was my decision to leave 'em laying like potato peelings
erase those feelings and then drop into the fryer
turn innocence into buyers, my innocence hanging by the wire..
your a liar which now means my hands are on fire
a burning desire to continue with the life I've acquired
or the freedom of minors..word to children & plea bargains
gotta roll low & start working out of the flea markets..
never leave paw prints when standin' over a deceased carcass
I used to see targets, now I see freedom in a new world
while you tryna shine off of money from used pearls..
I could plow two girls, teach em and show em a few murals
speaking body language when I start to finger paint
look at that limber grace, an angels face on a sinners cake
a side of baked asparagus with my steak dinner plate.
I snap out of a coma, mouth watering over the aroma
sipping tea made from the rivers in the Kingdom of Doma
double breasted holster, with the range of a King Cobra
it's over..I bask in the sun, where the basilisks run..
look at me..I'm not from where the amateurs are from
the immaculate one, no stopping until the damage is done
the system is flawed. naturally meaning convictions are hard
so as I sit in this yard, laugh and listen to y'all..
secretly I know..the fingers will be pointed...and in that division...
you'll fall

It's all about the sacrifice, whose the last alive
will you win? are you the passive type?
will you survive? as the world goes passing by?
all over a misdemeanor...my hands are tied
all I planned tonight could leave me ostracized
the tension is building, building my thoughts with lies..

I crumble beneath pressure, standing beside the exit
listening to the verdict, then the sentence..
I can feel my stomach as it tenses, it's my entrance
standing behind an oath, an armed individual & judge
swear upon my soul, cause the truth is instrumental to us
sentiment of love, met with the most desolate of hugs
a well placed knife, as it rests right next to the lung
but I'd rather be free..it's a lesson take it as it comes

05-23-2015, 04:53 AM	#1
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	DON'T LAUGH! THIS AIN'T REALITY TV!!! I often step to competition with the sword I'm wielding it was my decision to leave 'em laying like potato peelings erase those feelings and then drop into the fryer turn innocence into buyers, my innocence hanging by the wire.. your a liar which now means my hands are on fire a burning desire to continue with the life I've acquired or the freedom of minors..word to children & plea bargains gotta roll low & start working out of the flea markets.. never leave paw prints when standin' over a deceased carcass I used to see targets, now I see freedom in a new world while you tryna shine off of money from used pearls.. I could plow two girls, teach em and show em a few murals speaking body language when I start to finger paint look at that limber grace, an angels face on a sinners cake a side of baked asparagus with my steak dinner plate. I snap out of a coma, mouth watering over the aroma sipping tea made from the rivers in the Kingdom of Doma double breasted holster, with the range of a King Cobra it's over..I bask in the sun, where the basilisks run.. look at me..I'm not from where the amateurs are from the immaculate one, no stopping until the damage is done the system is flawed. naturally meaning convictions are hard so as I sit in this yard, laugh and listen to y'all.. secretly I know..the fingers will be pointed...and in that division... you'll fall It's all about the sacrifice, whose the last alive will you win? are you the passive type? will you survive? as the world goes passing by? all over a misdemeanor...my hands are tied all I planned tonight could leave me ostracized the tension is building, building my thoughts with lies.. I crumble beneath pressure, standing beside the exit listening to the verdict, then the sentence.. I can feel my stomach as it tenses, it's my entrance standing behind an oath, an armed individual & judge swear upon my soul, cause the truth is instrumental to us sentiment of love, met with the most desolate of hugs a well placed knife, as it rests right next to the lung but I'd rather be free..it's a lesson take it as it comes __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you Last edited by Mr. J; 05-26-2015 at 10:10 AM.