I rolled a fattie late last night
and then went looking for a light.
I looked in all the usual spots;
I looked and looked till I saw dots,
my lighters lost, my matches burned,
another lesson harshly learned.
but then a miracle occurred,
and I don't often use the word,
as I felt the might of bisons through me
And the ice in eyes when they try describe to me
Don't try to fight I'd like to rise I guess the sky looks roomy
I slice and dice my life like it's disguised haloumi
Truth will try but truth will frighten so lies are blooming
first myself.then lyrically.somethin flows through me . spiritually i am a portal. &a meer mortal.a man who can spit lyrics i ain't yet even thought of. i kinda sort of switch my mind off. let tha words caskade from my lips they seem to drip&drop off.i can't ever quit coz as soon...
loves you with a gangster kiss.
the fact that we will all be dead
is something that need not be said,
for life is but a one-way street
no matter how you plant your feet.
it pushes you toward the end
then tries to pull you back again.
no future and no past endure;
the present is...
I believe, if not mistaken,
that it's still a little rhyme
that I wrote in my spare time,
which, every day, begins when I awaken.
I don't have that much to do,
just a little thing or two;
then I pick up on my notebook
as it grabs me like a boathook,
and I fill it up with...
As I struggle with these drooping eyes.
The sun has sprung up without warning,
And taken me by dazzling surprise.
I hadn't quite realized the hour,
Though I knew it was getting quite late,
But the day, like an unfolding flower,
Bloomed forth and soon set me straight...
to sail my ship on your romance.
when it sprang a fatal leak,
you didn't wait for me to speak.
you just ran out the door without even a glance.
you claimed I was the face of doom,
staring down on every room.
you couldn't take it, so you said,
as you kicked me out of bed...
part in the worlds rituals
Cant get ahead the struggle is unbelievable
Satanic worshiping being spewed by the masses
The industry is full of em
Thanking God for their talent(less) blasphemy
And you suckers just lemmings giving demons amnesty
Wake up Spread...
or callin on the phone askin for a couple bags she has no money so she lays on her back as her boyfriends oblivious to where she's really at gone all hours whether day or night askin where she's been is gonna start a fight lookin in your eyes knowin in your heart she's tellin u...
such mania and drive
since my residence days, in nineteen sixty-five.
back then it was all broken heart;
this time it's a non-smoking start.
either way, it makes me feel more alive.
I wish I could turn it off and on;
it's something I can't depend upon.
but life just isn't like...
because it's being sold
by professionals who know all the tricks to take hold.
you don't see your money going out via plastic;
your funds look far too elastic.
my solution: go back to gold!
why not continue delaying
the inevitable end
of all you pretend
to those you don't think you're betraying?
they're not worried about you.
they have better things they can do,
like taking themselves
down from the shelves,
and shaking one off in the loo.
no commercials, and I like that fine.
by night or by day,
whenever I may,
but it's darkening parts of my mind.
the killers are many and bold,
from today back to days very old.
so, keep your head down,
when you're out on the town;
these people are all very cold...
span time,travel in and out of space, esoteric mind inertwind with every organisem ever made, it never ends its a cycle when you die you will reach a higher stage,the universus ebb and flow,black holes devour and create, been trough hades met osiris, living virus prophecised by...
"read our good book," some would say.
"elders," say some others,
"or perhaps just follow your mothers."
I say, "find some healthy play."
you can't just sit on your ***
and watch as the hours slowly pass.
it's not good for your body;
pretty soon you'll be noddy,