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05-31-2019, 01:34 AM | #2 |
killa
Join Date: Jun 2018
Posts: 820
Battle Record: 1-6
Rep Power: 1312297 |
cereal:
My inner troubles muster from mumbles of when Tussling a tug of war equilibrium humbled in vent through a jungle of me judging the demons that speak tongues that are probably just me trust clutching the dustiest den of my imagination set free I fight and I claw past raw emotions and sense oh but for if there was more for poor sorry old me a silly critter gritting his teeth in the dark stark naked and horny no penny to the name and dime on my arm no tattoo sleeves or scars that I can claim as good art I am the victim beneath the streets and for the stars a starving artist that hungers for the pains that make the past I am far beyond repair on a battle marsh of larks clowns and circus performers in polka dotted camouflage the stage is set and there is no curtain only stool and mic I center myself and readjust my tie through the light *testing,-*testing the crowd is silent as if death was held then I fall deep within myself, what I project back is pure hell on a crossroad a soul was stolen, sold and dripped in gold blood so here I twinkle like the sun had blessed me in bold but the crowd does not even gasp or move the rock for the mold as death hugs the air and chugs back its last beer in this flood STOP..! I say blink your eyes and show me some life but the people just fade away naked into the dark of the night |
05-31-2019, 01:34 AM | #3 |
killa
Join Date: Jun 2018
Posts: 820
Battle Record: 1-6
Rep Power: 1312297 |
Adonis:
Life is like a buttered biscuit, minus the flakes She’ll knock you down and take your, onus with haste Kick a baby in them ribs, no, lemon to chase Take what you can give and watch you, wither away One step at a time she tells you, rise to your feet Each skull’s a stepping stone those are, cries of the weak Ignore the insolent and, fight for the dead They use their thought not, as their, caught in a thread Posting pictures glorified, hopes, are just dreams Each like is monetized, denoted by cream Either dollar-dollar or, spitting, orphans at fiends I hope that you see, life’s a, struggle that bleeds You can cover its seam, or quit this, jungle we breathe Dangling feet; swinging, in autumn breeze Either half stepping, two left feet, or, resting in peace You can stand tall or just fold, the, difference is meek Get what you seek, we all, drift when we sleep Burn a leaf or oxygenate, just, sip from a tree Life is ‘Too $hort’ Bitch! That’s a sound in a beat Read’em-n-weep, Rational Rations got me eating disease I can baritone a peep or harmonize and tap out But i’d rather ‘cream of the crop’ and be alive and max out Reach for the stars or get cold down bellow The choice is yours, but your soul is mine… Bobby’s World “Don’tcha Know” |
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