Wednesday, February 26, 2014

All real no lies

 Oh yeah, uh huh, this is just me letting go of everything, breaking it down.
 You see...

This the type of thing I do, I like to write here, at times it feels so true.
This is where my filter gets turned down or even off oftenly, as the world turns like tornados,
as my thoughts swirl they get softer see.

It gets me alright, not the way that you make me feel girl, that's just tight.
But I got no qualm, even though like a palm life can be rough, that's not all.
I'm living right now, for tonight now, is that so wrong, the short sight now?

I don't think so, so I drink mo, couple more drinks till I feel slow, then I'm gone.
Bringing with me the mind bomb, it obliterates my thoughts, then everything's together,
if just for a second, then it's not.

Explosions of explicit images become deficient, till they relax like I'm fishing.
Tryna catch that golden vision, gonna get that, it's my mission.
Like I was born, to be dishing, out the same thing, you be wishing.

Lyrically it's a rainbow of extrusions that I start slow, then it speeds up in the spectrum, getting louder in your eardrum, till I funk off then you left like, you a soldier who's been dropped right,
in the action, but you don't know, that your friendlies are not there though.

There's a cavern in the back of, where your skull is, so I stack up, all the boxes that can sit there, full of things, I really don't care. If you open or destroy them, then I got more then, some are foreign, and some are for rent. Wanna buy some?, it's a store then for extorting.

Here I come with them back taxes, like a rhino on a mattress, gonna sink in but I can't see, cause past my nose, Big and horny. Keep a blanket in the attic, just in case, I'm up and at it. See my progress, where it came from, are you hungry? come and get some.

Spin around like a 360, when your return, what do you see? is it here now? was it there though? starting to get kinda scared yo. Cause I can't sit in one space and all my thoughts are all misplaced, and all my fans are non existent, not that they have bad intentions.

Just that they have, yet to find me, once they do though, they will bind me, with their feelings, common places, it's pretentious so I fake it. Tell myself that I am like them, but the truth is what's inside them, makes us different but you can't see, either way it's kinda risky.

Never know how I should end it, always better at pretending, the beginning is what started, all of this now, it retarded. Which is to say that its much slower, like using scissors as a lawn mower. So I will end it abruptly like I drop dead, drinking buckleys.

Taste like shit, but it works...




                                                                                                    

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