Rhymes have been innovated in with poetry for flow purposes:
“For the last 3 years; every holiday puts me in tears…”
But Im slurvibin’ ; I survived more than your knowledge.
So don’t judge; I won’t budge; Graduated from college but..
Im here to topple all of this.
Only move a muscle yo; To see my people comfortable
With what woulnt quite be enough for you.
I am the mass creator of my destiny.
Applicate this upon the flash fader.
If Im gon write something; its gon surpass the ages.
I’m here to set you free.
In this digital subliminal “We all world criminals”.
Being watched; check your watch;
The internets 7th letter.
Open that third eye and peep the:
[Insert; present moment birds eye.]
Vision like an ecylpse of consciousness. Sub-Ominnous
Spent too many days Not Sober.
Suffer my consequences
Alien space ship space whip the matrix you should see my fuckinfaces .
got abstract bars so I had to contact mars, I need some alien beats that I can bump in my car…
*Beep boop*. Message received! “Nina Shade; Earthling. Ayo we got what you need.”
So I jumped in the space ship space whip bumping mix tape “matrix”my girlfriend naked.
(And you know she’s getting probed in all kinda places.)
Next thing you know Im all bobby tech digital. Blasted off in the ride to the next stop the hydroponic shop endo.
Back to home planet and I wanna hit it again. Turntables. Incence and INTENSE… yeah…
The red pill and the blue pill sitting on the dresser. I decided to pop both to trip and see what would happen.
The shadows and lights were some magical plight. Shout outs to MARS
“what a magical night…”
I hope my rhymings timeless; Poetic royal highness. “Minus the riches;” So… My rags will wash the dishes.
Whats the tea?
Turn on the kettle like… Ride my D–K or… My whip? Don’t trip it is a pedal bike.
I used to love some… doctor sues… Rhymes about hungry 8 legged octopuss.
OFF DA HOOK!
Im silly. Silly as a hillbilly. Driving a Lexus coup bumping biggie smoking a ciggy getting jiggy.
Naw son, Im dead cereal. Fruit loops enduced delirium. 6 AM: Dropping body parts in my gold fish aquarium
I DO NOT EAT GREEN EGGS N HAM. They Live, We Sleep. I’m out of bubble gum.
I guess its time I kick ass.
When I was a kid I danced around to brass monkey. Now I’m all grown up dance around to brass monkey. I tried to go to class n pass but math flunked me. Fuck me!
Hashtag Skunk Weed
I found some magic mushrooms on the way to the recycle depot. I could go pick them right now and become a psycho people.
Are you really listening, can you hear the clock ticking?
Time keeps turning weather you stagnant or persisting.
Sun rise; glistening, can you hear the birds singing?
Sight to the blind. Tell me are you really listening?
Every day we wake up; play the rules; It aint a game.
Some win and some lose; and when you lose it aint the same.
You had something to lose but now you got everything to gain.
Start back from the beginning and try this shit again.
Playing by some different rules now; and put it down another way.
No one wants to struggle; but we all wanna’ maintain.
Struggling to survive; wake up and do it all again.
Are you really listening, your heart and what it says?
Would you do your yesterdays today?
If you had the choice; would you have lived it in a different way?
Like… seeing it at another angle;
A better handle
Hands of time around your throat;
We all getting strangled….
I write upon the walls of time, my chisel chipping.
Hieroglyphics of my mind.
Are you listening?
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing rivers and streams, painting graffiti on infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so my vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to and explore. I’m getting good, in fact I’m better than Peter pan. Taking off is tricky but I always land.
My dreams have music so I wake up singing with love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of.
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Californi and Dubai put together. My subconscious really got her shit together.
I have nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been into horror flicks since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I get lost in pitch black in my bed on a trip LSD couldn’t bring to light.
I get to live past futures; in surreal movements, clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
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