R2: Jhene Aiko vs. Purple Puke - [Purple Puke advances 6-4]

[Adonis]

The Price Of Freedom



In love and in war a precedent for destruction approaches.
Whether in the clutches of slugs or a duchess exploding
the collateral damage can change the tone of your tongue in a moment.
To be humble is broken because the struggle is focused
in a battle field where you're running with Ronins.
Each warrior is a strategist and love is the onus.
The dilemma lies in the tact of the general.
Some battles are handled with the wrath of the sensual:
where the plan is to flash them the genitals
while parading around, clad in the sexual,
but holding back a full frontal mount and attack.
Others take the rockier mountainous path.
Mostly unseen, they slowly sneak around in the back
while setting up new bases and counting your cash.
When they unload their plan you'll hear the sound of a slap
and won't be able to sit still like they pounded your ass.
Some are pounding their flasks: their condition is weak.
The alcohol sips are a treat that admit their defeat.
Your friends are your nation and upliftment upkeep -
who hold the perspective of whom the villain should be.
Some people have no plan of action in mind or in sight.
They're dying alive and want to fight just to fight.
Some flank the enemy in the most murderous events
and get caught on purpose while flirting with your friends.
Most wars are unnecessary and unnerving 'till the end
filled with napalm voicemails burning off your flesh.
Even with aid relief efforts at their best
jumping on a grenade doesn't sound wretched in itself.
War trumpet ringtones are a testament to health
as your ears bleed and eyes fester from the stress.
Sequestered from the rest and bleeding: the victim.
Battle tactics gas the pragmatic fleeting contrition
as scabs pattern backs and grievances wither.
The relationship comes full circle in the fetus position.

Love we don't care to court, "If you want peace, prepare for war."
That's why people pay so much for their divorce.