Repeat offender, defender of the universe
Cursed since birth but I'm laid back and care-free for what it's worth
I'd be surprised if I survived another ten years on this earth
Bankrupt of life yet prodigal of ease
Only when I'm fast asleep I see what no one else sees
It's time to go... (freeze)... It's time to grow
Everything stops when the wind blows soft
Everything goes wrong when the wind blows strong
Everything grows when the wind blows
very felt, stay up sunshine...
pz, licks!
" cups, d cups, whats in a letter.
i was right about those beautiful beige areolas though.
let me draw on them so it looks like you have two arab big nosed happy faces. "
put that shit down yo! id love to hear this as audio
rhyme was sick, just like the peeps posted before me
uppin!!
pz, licks
" cups, d cups, whats in a letter.
i was right about those beautiful beige areolas though.
let me draw on them so it looks like you have two arab big nosed happy faces. "
Uh huh, feelin this no doubt, nicely written...very clean, very smooth
Makes you wanna frame it, felt!
Pz, licks
" cups, d cups, whats in a letter.
i was right about those beautiful beige areolas though.
let me draw on them so it looks like you have two arab big nosed happy faces. "
Potential put in first, no clutch, yes gas is up
iron horses carries me across the galaxy
I carry a crutch...hitch hike this strange dimension
unanimated suspension, reflects in my laminated id
and pension, frozen..not the chosen path but hopin
scopin the barren wasteland for somethin open
not really coastin, cause I'm toatin an anvil draggin
behind my backside, dilbert crossed with Huey Freeman
yeah, I'm that guy...that's why its a must for the latte and
BLT with no crust, before nine with music in the cubicle
all the way to five, nowhere to hide without a door or a ceiling
I'm feelin the crush, and sealin my fate, overworked with a paper weight
holdin my fate, underpayed, overstayed my welcome, undisplayed
talents though I make the most of my day---rebellion in a suit and tie
spry for 28 and blood pressure that's measured in richters, glad to be alive but whatever, close to the milestone of 3-0, but with all that I've shown I wonder if I could call myself grown--stayin cooler then snow cones in an eskimos home, workin and flirtin but searchin, for a love jones, feelin for the unknown, I really want to nurture my soul, take hold of my destiny and start achievin my goals
Haha, calling us all idiots doesn't make your piece any better. Knowing what the words mean doesn't make this any better...it's boring to read a piece that ends in all "ology"s, and reads like a med student's lab writeup.
BeHemoth wrote:word myjah, I need to rethink my life priorities and get a job at the mill and quit prancing around with my forced faux intellect. this sucks, I'm about to turn 25 and just found out I'm retarded and unable read, much less comprehend poetry. you're a life saver myjah, I don't know how I can thank you enough for this life altering observation. at least I can still talk about sports, intelligence is not a prerequisite for that, just ask Doug Collins.
from eidson to neptune i wet up my enemies in hallways and restrooms/
the bloodbath's best groomed, cats with nine lives stagger out with ten headwounds/
hit the whip and grip the spliff- orange kush and some fresh fruits/
powder burns on my hands get wiped off on thousand-dollar sweatsuits/
clientel is bitchin' about thuggery, yo you won't be livin' if you fuck with me/
the morphene will keep you conscious as i perform brain surgery on you with shanks and prison-issue cutlery/
in a room full of mirrors you see yourself as five other dumb-fucks/
too bad only one of your corpses will be shared by five other dump-trucks/
200 bones crushed in one thrust- ashes to ashes, the compactor makes you become dust/
coward you're about to die, slowly breathe and stand still with me/
i'm doing this for your family because funerals are expensive and the landfill is free/
20 years in the game, getting caught isn't concernin' me/
if i get bagged and my franterity learns of me/
they'll pay my bail and handle my attorney fees/
give me a new idenity and my next hit beause i won't feel the urge to flee/