forgive this momentary lapse into flow.
this was an expression of love, and when i say that i mean it like a curse, not unholy just angry, and so i blaze it in verse, i shoot the rhymes and spray the area, i'm strafin' in bursts, this never used to be so structured but i'm played and it hurts, but i'm a seeker, never sought, so i'm not much to behold, i got my dents and changed my titles 'cause i'm bought and i'm sold, you stand and i fold, my pocket's full of shit, not gold, my hands are empty--like your promises that I been told, but i could spin this shit around and turn it back on me, i'll change the "you" up, and code it like an mp3, compact the messages i sent and let the truth run free, i sound ambivalent, and therein lies the irony, shit, i could substitute a face and it would sound the same, i put it all up in the front and i'll still shoulder the blame, i didn't know what i was doing, but I did it that's a damn shame, i wasted love but i just fucked up, i'm not playin' any games
you done invented this shit, i'll pull you from your cross and run the staples through your fuckin' arguments and then give you shit, i'm through with this shit, you wax maligned and i won't even call bullshit, i make myself the fuckin' villain, and i'll take your shit, it burns a little but it hurts so good, i'm sorry but it doesn't matter, so i knock on wood and charge ahead into the place where my coherence stood, and fuck my dignity, i didn't but maybe i should, if it won't pull this fucking bullshit like i said i knew, what i was after when i didn't, that's what i told you, i could have made a different decision, this much is true, but still i made it and i made her and she wasn't you, so now you wanna talk shit about how i got burned, and i'm'll let you 'cause if nothing else, here's what i learned, you fuck with fate, you know that bitch'll keep the tables turned and spin that energy back, but if you're not concerned
about what you say or think, then maybe you know more than me, 'cause all i wanted in the first place was comfort and simplicity, i used to think it kept missing me, and i know this must sound trite, but i had better look inside of me.
this was an expression of love, and when i say that i mean it like a curse, not unholy just angry, and so i blaze it in verse, i shoot the rhymes and spray the area, i'm strafin' in bursts, this never used to be so structured but i'm played and it hurts, but i'm a seeker, never sought, so i'm not much to behold, i got my dents and changed my titles 'cause i'm bought and i'm sold, you stand and i fold, my pocket's full of shit, not gold, my hands are empty--like your promises that I been told, but i could spin this shit around and turn it back on me, i'll change the "you" up, and code it like an mp3, compact the messages i sent and let the truth run free, i sound ambivalent, and therein lies the irony, shit, i could substitute a face and it would sound the same, i put it all up in the front and i'll still shoulder the blame, i didn't know what i was doing, but I did it that's a damn shame, i wasted love but i just fucked up, i'm not playin' any games
you done invented this shit, i'll pull you from your cross and run the staples through your fuckin' arguments and then give you shit, i'm through with this shit, you wax maligned and i won't even call bullshit, i make myself the fuckin' villain, and i'll take your shit, it burns a little but it hurts so good, i'm sorry but it doesn't matter, so i knock on wood and charge ahead into the place where my coherence stood, and fuck my dignity, i didn't but maybe i should, if it won't pull this fucking bullshit like i said i knew, what i was after when i didn't, that's what i told you, i could have made a different decision, this much is true, but still i made it and i made her and she wasn't you, so now you wanna talk shit about how i got burned, and i'm'll let you 'cause if nothing else, here's what i learned, you fuck with fate, you know that bitch'll keep the tables turned and spin that energy back, but if you're not concerned
about what you say or think, then maybe you know more than me, 'cause all i wanted in the first place was comfort and simplicity, i used to think it kept missing me, and i know this must sound trite, but i had better look inside of me.
Feeling that,Bruva!
The I in I recognize the I in you
Or as we say in church on Sunday
NAMASTE!
poetry being songs,
songs being poetry,
taking you to a place far away,
wandering through fields of self exploration.
finding feelings unheard of,
a self new to everyone, especiallly you.
these depths newly explored.
let them know who I am?
how?
writing in a style they can't understand.
they'll never know it's me,
singing lyrics they never heard before.
bringing them a flow all our own.
give it to em.
throw it at em.
when it's finished, they're mesmerized.
can't you see their eyes?
holla back,let's keep this going!