mass creation from the imagination
words from nowhere, put together
crescendolls, Doritos, superheroes
things from this world and beyond
jumping out, jumping on
turning around, flying long
Lets take you back to the concrete streets,
to the memories of what once were
so when you hear it you can feel it,
the pain inside, the cold hard feeling
the vibe is energized by the presence of the spirit,
no longer cold and dark and scared
you jump so you hear it
the feeling stirring, about to erupt
the sound of my corrupt, drown the confusion, the people are bruisin’
the sound of my words are harsher than what has been heard before
and the sucker disease, die before they’ve begun
the flesh eating virus, now eating minds
We got incarcerated minds, men women and enzymes,
Vibin' off the rhymes sent from the divine
But no one is there, where did this come from?
Playground tactics
No rabbit in a hat tricks
Once it goes out, three fold it comes back
Hound of simulacra, dream of the pack
Nothingness and back into the black
We all know the coughing – limp to the track
Falling down to the ground, dizzy swirls surrounding
Darkness abounding
Drowning in black
Believe it or not, it’s rugged and raw
It’s bloody and red, the muscles torn
The first born eaten, the goblin feastin’
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I liked this...the flow of it went really well. I could hear it being an underground rap song haha. Anyways...nice write. Justin
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hehe, thanks.. it was an attempt at writing a poem with one of my mates.. I really like the randomness, but how it still fits together. =] thanks again.
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