Coaxing the Masses with Smoke & Molasses

[Mr. J]

I live for the excitement, down for whatever.
Whenever I write shit give the crown to whoever
Slang poetry on beats, spoken word for vendettas
Gave hope to the beggars, making them better.
Fabulous life, The dream written into the metas.
Switching pain for pleasure never aim for lesser
Speculate the measures one would mistake for forever...
Gruesome. The game hasn't changed for you son.
Prepared for the outrage whenever gloom comes.
The same coop they flew from was a tomb once.
A dead horse carrying broken hearts & you bums.
Beat it until the new drum arrives with a noose hung....
From the tree of life. The root of evil that bleeds & cries.
Further cheapened by what you would do if you believed it...right?
Arms sealed in ice forcing his hand that belief is mine.
Contemporary bars written from beyond the secondary star.
Wherever they bury art and claim this kind of work is very hard.
My wrist is barely thawed out but the times carry on.
Words from the blackberry palm fall like Mariah Carey drawers.
While she's hitting the high notes infatuated by scary thoughts
Between them thighs is where I bury y'all and pop that cherry bomb.
So if the site needs a revival...
Well shit....let me pen you Bible.