why.i.spit.dat.sick.s**t

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i aint that slick  

 

see i       

spit sick s**t    in hopes that u get tha drift

 

this that funk that make a fat fools flatulence smell like a perfume mist

 

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its      

somethin bout dysfunction thats sooo                 seductive

 

 

brain washed in a place were they take dumps in

digestin discarded garbage            

 its

disgustin

 

 

 

how we and i found comfort  in                         

 destruction

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       no       guts     

& 

 no glory      

 

see my food 4 thought was tainted

    rotten gizzards &

dirty bread          

 stuffin

 

a bird that births epidemics

          thats whats bein ingested    

 

 that was                

slowly

treadin

  thru my mental intestines

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acceptance bred the infection        

  now my

progression is dyslexic like im only able to comprehend goin backwards

 

a victim of down syndrome       

 

u know    

 gotta be down

 

lettin my

 identity become my destiny

              

retarded thinkin bein hardened

 

would

bring me honor out there

   robbin

like i was owed that dollar and no other options was

  offered

                     read a book?

why bother   

  i was too busy bein lead by another who follows

 swallowing

the malt liquor from my steel reserve bottle  

 

like my

 role models

cause they seem to know how to hide the       sorrow

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see right was        

 left               

        behind:forward

 

my love     

 was

coming from hatred give me pounds when i spray clips 

   cause now im

down   

 

 im cool cause im cold when im

shankin

     is joy just pain u cant          feel?

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i was a street smart fool tryin to prove i could be who i     

  wasnt          

                       

suceedin      

by means of 

                   failure

                     i        had it   

backwards 

i was livin a front like i was in              

         front

but        

      I

         was in behind like an

a*s

dat          

       couldnt smell its own s**t

 

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i thought this fat fools flatulence was like a perfume mist         

          

                      i was

             takin a whiff of tha     

   blisssss of ignorancceeee

 

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 now tell me that

wasnt slick

   cuzz i would rather for it to stick

 

see the reason

 i

   spit sick s**t

is cuzz im hopin

u

can

                 catch the drift

 

instead of bein caught up

     with no way to smell that scent of s**t ya mental slipped in

 

thinkin that a fat fools flatulence is really a perfume mist

 

as long as you dont wake up and smell the coffee

 

youll never know how to be healed cause u never knew u was sick.......................

Author's Note

hope yall can deal with the unorthodox form... basicly im talking about how some people look at bad as good, and how the pursuit of negitive pleasures brings about the ignorance of the real state of hell one who pursues these things is in, some people choose to be numb to hells flames instead of realizing that these flames hurt as long as u in them, to ignore the flames and true nature of your position, is to submit to a life in hell, one must feel the flames in order to flee from them and enter heaven, the fat fools flatulence, a symbol of greeds rewards and off springs, i was saying some people try to be slick and outsmart themselves by trying to make this stench a perfume, by bathing thier minds in shit in an attempt to justify and accept the ills of life, and submit to the worse in life, instead of finding the truth of positivity.

Reviews

[Lenard L. Banks III]

Nice write brother, I enjoyed the meaning behind the words better then the word play the word play was sick but the meaning was sicker. You must know who you are, unfortunately many people are really unknown to self because of vision being clouded by drugs or plain out sin. I'm glad you realized you were frontin' and found out whoever you are. "I like the line is joy just pain you can't feel", that was sick or the line, "I was living a front like I was in front."
I don't know if your format was done in this manner on purpose but I can understand that in the begining it was out of order in disarray because of you being confuse of who you were and in the end it had better structure because you found out who you were. I'm glad I haven't struggled about who I am since the age of 20 but I guess we all find out ourselves at different times. A plus on this poem