jus a poem...hope yall will enjoy it.
my wise rhymes spoon feed anorexic minds
while tryina make sense of humanity
but “normalcy” echoes insanity and drudgery,
my circumcised dreams bleed in laps of luxury
Can’t clean the stains, full of pain tryina change the genes
But threads of fate weave jus to recreate the seams
You reap what you sow,
so before, more conceived thoughts...Im lettin go
the earth moans in anger, poor mother nature
with blood on her lips caused by uncivil behavior
lifes struggles befuddle me, so I write every emotion subtlety
life blessing, you can never catch me resting,
spoken word is the greatest art form
that keeps my heart warm
22 and still tryina reckon, why graffiti artists get locked up
without a lethal weapon, is only a form of expression,
without the use of aggression
cops should really learn this lesson.
the fundamentals of text got me writing to fund my mental
reading every book in search for growth potential
Im from a poor tanzanian residential,
grew up under reggae influential fables
now im in america learnin to turn-tables...
jus a lil piece i put together. i know it skips around but...oh well. i hope it made sense to yall...
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Started by Deltron21, Dec 19 2003 06:53 PM
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Posted 07 April 2004 - 02:42 AM
Deltron21 said:
jus a poem...hope yall will enjoy it.
my wise rhymes spoon feed anorexic minds
while tryina make sense of humanity
but “normalcy” echoes insanity and drudgery,
my circumcised dreams bleed in laps of luxury
Can’t clean the stains, full of pain tryina change the genes
But threads of fate weave jus to recreate the seams
You reap what you sow,
so before, more conceived thoughts...Im lettin go
the earth moans in anger, poor mother nature
with blood on her lips caused by uncivil behavior
lifes struggles befuddle me, so I write every emotion subtlety
life blessing, you can never catch me resting,
spoken word is the greatest art form
that keeps my heart warm
22 and still tryina reckon, why graffiti artists get locked up
without a lethal weapon, is only a form of expression,
without the use of aggression
cops should really learn this lesson.
the fundamentals of text got me writing to fund my mental
reading every book in search for growth potential
Im from a poor tanzanian residential,
grew up under reggae influential fables
now im in america learnin to turn-tables...
jus a lil piece i put together. i know it skips around but...oh well. i hope it made sense to yall...
Now that's pure,i like it,kep it tight player
1 luv
my wise rhymes spoon feed anorexic minds
while tryina make sense of humanity
but “normalcy” echoes insanity and drudgery,
my circumcised dreams bleed in laps of luxury
Can’t clean the stains, full of pain tryina change the genes
But threads of fate weave jus to recreate the seams
You reap what you sow,
so before, more conceived thoughts...Im lettin go
the earth moans in anger, poor mother nature
with blood on her lips caused by uncivil behavior
lifes struggles befuddle me, so I write every emotion subtlety
life blessing, you can never catch me resting,
spoken word is the greatest art form
that keeps my heart warm
22 and still tryina reckon, why graffiti artists get locked up
without a lethal weapon, is only a form of expression,
without the use of aggression
cops should really learn this lesson.
the fundamentals of text got me writing to fund my mental
reading every book in search for growth potential
Im from a poor tanzanian residential,
grew up under reggae influential fables
now im in america learnin to turn-tables...
jus a lil piece i put together. i know it skips around but...oh well. i hope it made sense to yall...
Now that's pure,i like it,kep it tight player
1 luv
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