Write in the Darkness

This is about sunshine and rainbows!

They say rap isn't poetry-
Then what would you label these written verses that speak to me?
Alienate the artist- put em in a corner.
But give props to someone who writes like a mourner.
I'm not who I used to be-
I killed the former;
Ate his ideas up and puked them onto two girls and a cup.
My mind is artsy,
Lucifer must have marked me.
So I follow the marquee-
Bright lights that would lead to matrimony,
With this pen and stationary.
Girls just lied to me,
And I cheated on them with a grin.
In my eyes it's a win-win.
So much sin,
I feel the muck eroding me.
Standing still, but the vertigo grabs me like I'm at a shore on the beach.
To each their own,
So I grip my microphone-
And let it be known that I'm violence prone.
I'm sharing my bars like a generous druggie,
Glimpse of my mind- F**K teaching you how to Dougie.
People used to bug me when I was buzzing lyrically-
But now nobody knows me,
They're too busy jerking off to erotic stories.
Horny; like a group of rhinoceros,
Or adolescent males watching Miley Cyrus.
I used to want fame-
But f**k what you have to do to get it.
I'll stay in my cozy room and write in the darkness.

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

LMAO...."But give props to someone who writes like a mourner."

LOVE THIS::: "Ate his ideas up and puked them onto two girls and a cup."
Ren you have funny in you... I am dying here laughing my a*s off... and nodding yes to a lot of the things you said here.

A few people have read this before me... You may have offended some people for sure, but I am a fan.