MusicA Poem by RicoHead phones on..... Beat creeping through my thoughts, bringing s**t out- I
tried to protect so long/ Music moving through lucidly... until...all the pressure
gone/ Possesses me therapeutically...then I feel my intellect grow
strong/4 Fingertips dancing-- to a west coast song/ Sentences enhancing ---while I watch words fall where they
best belong/ Heart synced with the beat, using concepts as pawns/ Can’t express the freedom-- I clinch ---as I sit so calm/8 Rhythm brings wisdom the tempo spawns/ Envision what I've written is living in a prison with no one
in it just bars/ I lightweight believe in God, but I ain’t read no psalms/ Can’t look at scriptures, without picturing them written
with deceptive palms/ 12 Luring me on quest questioning how s**t could get so wrong/ Wish I lived on melody, and found a beat to rest my pillow
on/ Treble has me on another level, neglecting my phone/ I scroll through images that seem limitless, like my venomous
tone/16 My girl think she best on her own, till she laying there
depressed and alone/ Toxic love is never set in stone, roller coaster bi polar
love ready to roam/ In the twilight zone, going- which direction is home/ Microphone has me lightweight stoned, spitting perfection
every second I've shown/ 20 Bass has me wasted, while my soul is controlled by a
presence unknown/ my records precious as gold, every sentence dense and so
cold/ Its impressive how the music is infested into my flesh and
my bones/ I hear the hook; I'm cooking verses, like a professional
chef bred in Rome/24 protools, I ain’t the best with I've known, but with vocals
I'm next on the throne/ Radio is congested with clones, Reflections of a generation with no discrepancy between
adolescents and grown/ © 2016 RicoFeatured Review
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Added on October 15, 2016Last Updated on October 15, 2016 AuthorRicoBay Area, CAAboutWhispers of good saying, "you could do it," screams of evil saying, "give up, you're too stupid". more..Writing
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