THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[brokenhal0]

crossing the track i collide with a train
yet i remain while it starts to collapse
my vision starts to go black i can see the earths trapped
don't converse with turned backs that isn't worth chat
whats behind door number one a back draft of burnt acts
hurts to learn fast that a last laugh lurks to learn lack
you learned to float fast like soda goes flat
just like a flash in a bare place natures forces fold flaps
forced to hold back here's a paper airplane you can surly throw that
idols on your airwaves answering worked facts
but its clearer then clear day when the glass is half ass
and every laugh lands you in last place
but at least one laugh last a word back it's worth that
ain't nothing funny no matter how you word that