05-18-2024, 05:04 AM | #1 |
White Earl
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Burn out
Its never enough when i write
My blood, sweat, tears drench cover the mic Lifes like a page in my book And births like -ive created the hook My worst days serving hatred in the booth I escape within the matrix of the lines And the rhymes, and the violin is crying When its silent the violence is hiding In the tiny pit of my abyss Basically its taken me depravity to slay a beat An automated way ive sworn To take my hatred by the horns And end this viscious silent war Inside im torn to pieces By my demons im releasing My allegiance and obediance to behemouths Is leading the ingrediants Now im readin deaper into science And the mayans.. And applying it to why i live with failue Im sailing in the back of this cadalac Reminiscent of the past Preminitions coming fast Red light, yellow light, green light Speeding like a bat out of hell and skerrrrt Mad at my hell on earth This is why im quiet Im efficient while my mind is at a distance Its a kind of wisdom while my third eye glistens I will judge not by the news Only facts, only truths Only what i know is not baloney Not below me to be lonely Ive been homeless Ive been known as just a bad chromosome And the road homes lonely as i go As i go.... fuck it Ive been on the brink of my destruction Drinkin, drugs, runnin guns And ive come to believe What you thinks what you breed in the streets And the reason its unique As a people we concieve different evils in defeat And react with a fabric That happens to clash with a modernized fashion Id rather wear a bag, with a sag and a tear And despair is my personal apparel Im careful to share with the world what i learned Its a whirlwind of burns And it turns out... That im burned out yall I think im burned out
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-A.bove T.he R.est Last edited by Geno; 05-19-2024 at 04:15 AM. |
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