when I'm mad I act bad when I'm angry I'm really mad I never let up I never get fed up apply the pressure how long I can't measure how long it's been since I put down the pen dually noted The Sin Of A Poet written in the dark looking at a spark from afar miles apart on my soul the glow is too much to behold furious to the point of raging out of control the weight too heavy too hold enough unnecessary cargo to sink the ship time to unload the clip finger on a loose trigger oops it slipped like words through loose lips spoken out of turn spin the block but don't step on the square you see me standing there ready to square up don't get my dander up I swear it makes me dangerous murder in fact or fiction depending on the condition on mission never ask for permission to make a incision its like making a decision to cut or gut a mofo from a** hole to appetite write or type in black on white frustrated to the point I'll do that all night
The Immortal Wize
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The Loop In The Wireit's about you it's about me it's about us it's about we it's about time to stop the beef and the strife why must we fight by the stripes on our back against the ropes the least to be free we get no slack we claim they not like us when we don't like our own we go to war in our home casting stones the builder refused we come too far from when we had pride weak inside from blood we lost and continue to lose we blame them but how come when it's you when it's me when it's us when it's we in God we trust God speed is a must to save you to save me to save us to save we from self induced poisoning  |
Spreewhen I'm mad I act bad when I'm angry I'm really mad I never let up I never get fed up apply the pressure how long I can't measure how long it's been since I put down the pen dually noted The Sin Of A Poet written in the dark looking at a spark from afar miles apart on my soul the glow is too much to behold furious to the point of raging out of control the weight too heavy too hold enough unnecessary cargo to sink the ship time to unload the clip finger on a loose trigger oops it slipped like words through loose lips spoken out of turn spin the block but don't step on the square you see me standing there ready to square up don't get my dander up I swear it makes me dangerous murder in fact or fiction depending on the condition on mission never ask for permission to make a incision its like making a decision to cut or gut a mofo from a** hole to appetite write or type in black on white frustrated to the point I'll do that all night |
Sand Paperfour walls a floor and a ceiling staring out a window feeling the air breathing mind out there wondering if heaven seems me where do thoughts go while sleeping inside in a chair fell off while sitting there dreaming of when love was pure now it's stepped on and cut with all sorts of additives think of the unfair advantages to find a cure and take off all the bandages covering up all the scrapes the sh** is not about to hit it already done landed on the carpet if it's part of the agenda then who planned it |
Rigorous Rigging (02112025)one cannot walk efficiently effectively correctly with out the left and right foot working together in unison the right does not apose the left nor does the left apose the right like left wing right wing both arrive at the same standpoint |
Looking It Over (02112025)I don't want to see a train wreck I want to see a burst of of light I want to see a silver lining in every cloud I see I don't want to see something derail and burst into flames In front of me something that can possibly occur every day I rather walk away from the crowd blend in with the shadows on the wall I don't want to see the walls cave in all around us I want to see a light at the end of the tunnel |
The Is Be (02112025)am I a robot I'm not quite sure anymore am I being serious right now I'm not that sure anymore is this really happening probably but I'm not sure if it is it can be if it is to be possible but being is believing it is I am not a robot I'm not sure if that's quite accurate |
Drawback (02112025)there's a catch to everything something to catch us off guard catch us lacking catch us slipping catch us sleeping catch us in a trap there's always something to catch us by surprise SNAP! |
Correlation (02112025)the morrow comes to morrow but the morrow is not something to look forward to today there's nothing to do tomorrow until the morning after today |
A Strong Level (02112025)Kendrick Lamar's halftime performance got a massive amount of views but only a chosen few got the message "I relate" Art Is Power! |
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