Last Gasp

Universe · 12-02-2024, 11:32 PM

Hang. On. Every. Word.

......

Life after death... I wonder what happens next?
Like staring at my reflection all you see is black I guess
Then a light flashes, the pain comes back to check
I hear choking and gurgling as the rope is snapped and stretched
That's a flex, I didn't think I had a fragile neck
Past extensions swayed back and forth like a fabric dress
Ah yes, I hung myself, now it's some backwards test
Just when I was making forward progress I have to rehash the rest
It's tragic, I'm blessed my wife and daughters have a nest
Look in that direction, like magic my designer glasses bend
Was no junkie, but as my mind recapped all the tracks I left...
I knew I made myself another punchline that none of these rappers get
Ironic I didn't even leave a note with a pad and pen
I catch my breath while I step down on the attic bench
Was awfully stressed, every bar is rationed off and yet...
I'm a model of consistent-C like the carbon atom on my desk
Chris Cornell, Chester Bennington, I was hanging with friends
A life can pay dividends yet you only get paid if it ends
Shady individuals at candlelight vigils still are rarely lit
These social media kids counting clicks like military sprints
They bound to get topped like bondage or the opening bid
End their appeal, gender reveal, you know what it is...
Expose their hidden agenda, journeys end as quests begin
That's straight from the horse's mouth, why question an equestrian?
I was a one trick pony ignoring all rehearsals and critics
Sure is fitting the novel-T wore off like shirts from fan fiction
A Puerto Rican legend long before the Los Angeles riots
I was handed a virus, said my goodbyes to family in private
The Bronx was my crib, I got out to escape from mom's violence
A hybrid two steps from the coffin with a bad case of bronchitis
Acted on the silver screen with a starving artist's license
If there was apartheid climate like the dark knight rises
I'm a lyrical messiah, but that's between you and I
It unified my foolish pride, saw my suicide through lucid eyes
I'm flyer now, literally, it's no burden of mine
Regardless all my problems ironed out like serving my time
I fathered your grandfather's style, how can I embrace these haters?
The grass is browner on the other side, you can thank me later
Like Drake's my neighbor, lines are blurry to a major degree
The current flavour of the week could never curry favor with me
Hard to stay on beat with this congenital heart failure thing
But you've been on my genitals from the start, all hail the king
Take my Word for it like Spreadsheets, all is not lost
Strange it seems all sites trained on me like Microsoft DOS
A rival on Trip Advisor dot com, calling me out in a post's rare
It's no fair, but you won't get the real picture until you go there...
A proponent to pro opponents who stole my career
(K)not for nothing, like the very thing that was holding me here
If life's a bitch then hip hop is some healer
My co-conspirator coke n' spirit her like Janice Joplin's drug dealer
Throw out some feelers, I ain't regretting one word
You often waiver, a plodding nature like Greta Thunberg
I'm not one to talk, I booked the stage for all day banter
Lost muscle mass, under attack from stage 4 prostate cancer
You never ran your streets you just gangster-izing home
But the zip code is telling, like bros when you're flying low
Whoa is me, chemistry's muddled and inept without focus
I had the area of effect of a puddle with the depth of an ocean
But who noticed? It's clear these traitors stay unevolved
I'll crush their lair-inks and make cave paintings on the fucking walls
Something Sacred about God's Carpenter, labels multiply the offers
I divide and conquer like the many heads of the hydra monster
Making light of pop stars, my dark times are in full bloom
The far side of the moon is not a farce I'd want to consume
Empty calories, I got in shape to be burning you fools
Ask your girl, when cut I caught-her-eyes like Bovie surgical tools
Now that I'm through I'll finally get mentioned on the news
The point is moot, I reach up and move my head out from the noose
Skip back some years to Rick Rubin, my freestyles proving my flow
These ripped two pockets show how a beef with Tupac could go
Hate to say I Told You So, but it's clear I made withdrawals
I was Here To Save You All but through fear you made me fall
Any Wordsmith can break the lock if his tenure's long
What's the roman numeral for 40? I was just 10 years off...
Got severe mental issues but I would never let you rip me
The bi-polar opposite of 50 Cent was heaven sent at 50
Enemy to the industry; hall of fame would never seek induction
Reading some of those weak instructions led to my Rican-struction
Butt people would dwell like the homeless, there's no secret to tell
I have no manors, I'm feeding you L's from a seedy motel
Show Poise in Pens, you get it now, I'll straight bleed in a cell
Free from myself, if only I could live the way evil was spelled
Good looking out... God loves ugly so I'll see you in Hell
Thank you for not loving me...

Yours Truly,

Chino XL

1974-2024

"Last breath struggle...
I think outside the box to put you inside the box like a crossword puzzle..."

R.I.P.

12-02-2024, 11:32 PM	#1
Universe Everything's Connected Join Date: Nov 2017 Location: Niagara Falls, Canada Posts: 1,001 Battle Record: 19-8 Champed - Guerrilla Writing League(2x) - GWL Picture challenge(2x) - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 10178706	Last Gasp Hang. On. Every. Word. ...... Life after death... I wonder what happens next? Like staring at my reflection all you see is black I guess Then a light flashes, the pain comes back to check I hear choking and gurgling as the rope is snapped and stretched That's a flex, I didn't think I had a fragile neck Past extensions swayed back and forth like a fabric dress Ah yes, I hung myself, now it's some backwards test Just when I was making forward progress I have to rehash the rest It's tragic, I'm blessed my wife and daughters have a nest Look in that direction, like magic my designer glasses bend Was no junkie, but as my mind recapped all the tracks I left... I knew I made myself another punchline that none of these rappers get Ironic I didn't even leave a note with a pad and pen I catch my breath while I step down on the attic bench Was awfully stressed, every bar is rationed off and yet... I'm a model of consistent-C like the carbon atom on my desk Chris Cornell, Chester Bennington, I was hanging with friends A life can pay dividends yet you only get paid if it ends Shady individuals at candlelight vigils still are rarely lit These social media kids counting clicks like military sprints They bound to get topped like bondage or the opening bid End their appeal, gender reveal, you know what it is... Expose their hidden agenda, journeys end as quests begin That's straight from the horse's mouth, why question an equestrian? I was a one trick pony ignoring all rehearsals and critics Sure is fitting the novel-T wore off like shirts from fan fiction A Puerto Rican legend long before the Los Angeles riots I was handed a virus, said my goodbyes to family in private The Bronx was my crib, I got out to escape from mom's violence A hybrid two steps from the coffin with a bad case of bronchitis Acted on the silver screen with a starving artist's license If there was apartheid climate like the dark knight rises I'm a lyrical messiah, but that's between you and I It unified my foolish pride, saw my suicide through lucid eyes I'm flyer now, literally, it's no burden of mine Regardless all my problems ironed out like serving my time I fathered your grandfather's style, how can I embrace these haters? The grass is browner on the other side, you can thank me later Like Drake's my neighbor, lines are blurry to a major degree The current flavour of the week could never curry favor with me Hard to stay on beat with this congenital heart failure thing But you've been on my genitals from the start, all hail the king Take my Word for it like Spreadsheets, all is not lost Strange it seems all sites trained on me like Microsoft DOS A rival on Trip Advisor dot com, calling me out in a post's rare It's no fair, but you won't get the real picture until you go there... A proponent to pro opponents who stole my career (K)not for nothing, like the very thing that was holding me here If life's a bitch then hip hop is some healer My co-conspirator coke n' spirit her like Janice Joplin's drug dealer Throw out some feelers, I ain't regretting one word You often waiver, a plodding nature like Greta Thunberg I'm not one to talk, I booked the stage for all day banter Lost muscle mass, under attack from stage 4 prostate cancer You never ran your streets you just gangster-izing home But the zip code is telling, like bros when you're flying low Whoa is me, chemistry's muddled and inept without focus I had the area of effect of a puddle with the depth of an ocean But who noticed? It's clear these traitors stay unevolved I'll crush their lair-inks and make cave paintings on the fucking walls Something Sacred about God's Carpenter, labels multiply the offers I divide and conquer like the many heads of the hydra monster Making light of pop stars, my dark times are in full bloom The far side of the moon is not a farce I'd want to consume Empty calories, I got in shape to be burning you fools Ask your girl, when cut I caught-her-eyes like Bovie surgical tools Now that I'm through I'll finally get mentioned on the news The point is moot, I reach up and move my head out from the noose Skip back some years to Rick Rubin, my freestyles proving my flow These ripped two pockets show how a beef with Tupac could go Hate to say I Told You So, but it's clear I made withdrawals I was Here To Save You All but through fear you made me fall Any Wordsmith can break the lock if his tenure's long What's the roman numeral for 40? I was just 10 years off... Got severe mental issues but I would never let you rip me The bi-polar opposite of 50 Cent was heaven sent at 50 Enemy to the industry; hall of fame would never seek induction Reading some of those weak instructions led to my Rican-struction Butt people would dwell like the homeless, there's no secret to tell I have no manors, I'm feeding you L's from a seedy motel Show Poise in Pens, you get it now, I'll straight bleed in a cell Free from myself, if only I could live the way evil was spelled Good looking out... God loves ugly so I'll see you in Hell Thank you for not loving me... Yours Truly, Chino XL 1974-2024 "Last breath struggle... I think outside the box to put you inside the box like a crossword puzzle..." R.I.P. __________________ ..Passed the Present and Future..