Dear lord, your words fell on deaf ears please talk to me
lost my path, need you to come down and walk with me
no point of reference to show me the man i ought to be
so instead i shotgunned with the one I was forced to be
in a dream i see an older me, but he staring at me so awkwardly?could've Sworn this guy knew me, but homie this is the new me
then i heard him say, youngin fortune favors the brave
beard and hair full of greys, looked like he'd seen better days
dream shifts to standing over a grave, me watching his bones decay
maggots eating his corpse, cracked tombstone its engraved
here lies the lies of the guy who's hand tried to cover the sky
he had a bullseye from his first cries out his mom's thigh's
saw her habit keep her tears dry ever since he was about knee high
never stops in, when he goes home its always a breeze by
found her stash over and over, for her its getting harder to deny
her crack bags the results of the black bags under his wide eyes
so now you can see why....
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Shortiiie_q says: Oo I love this , nice job |
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LyricalMorphine says: i dig this poem because its an honest type of poem... the venerable people are afraid to express... thanks for sharing |
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Defined by a dreamDear lord, your words fell on deaf ears please talk to me lost my path, need you to come down and walk with me no point of reference to show me the man i ought to be so instead i shotgunned with the one I was forced to be in a dream i see an older me, but he staring at me so awkwardly?could've Sworn this guy knew me, but homie this is the new me then i heard him say, youngin fortune favors the brave beard and hair full of greys, looked like he'd seen better days dream shifts to standing over a grave, me watching his bones decay maggots eating his corpse, cracked tombstone its engraved here lies the lies of the guy who's hand tried to cover the sky he had a bullseye from his first cries out his mom's thigh's saw her habit keep her tears dry ever since he was about knee high never stops in, when he goes home its always a breeze by found her stash over and over, for her its getting harder to deny her crack bags the results of the black bags under his wide eyes so now you...  |