The Live Show

Written as a rap after a long jog listening to Jedi Mind Tricks. I think it rolls out nicely if you read it with some flow.

I sleep in your mind

Creepin’ behind you

Taking my time to

Find your style through

Which you will see me

On your TV

In your magazine

Just a subtle fumble

A little slip trip and stumble

But you recover for another

Attack from the back

Flak jacket, have at it

Won’t stop me, I’m free

To come and go as I please

Like a breeze through the trees

And you opened the window

Don’t go since you know my flow

And you waited ‘cuz you hate it

When people see you jaded

The light faded, now I start

I rip out your heart

When it pours it rains

I drip, drip in your veins

You let go of your reigns

Riding on your soul stains

I drive your thought trains

I’m near, don’t worry

No fear, no hurry

Now you’re cold in my choke hold

You lost hope - I

Get the rope - my

New puppet - why

Don’t you smile wide?

Always by my side

By side we slide

Look at those thighs

Now I got your eyes

Addiction my affliction stickin’

From below I bestow,

Welcome to the live show

The lie of my reality

Is empowered sexuality

Freedom to express, twisted

Freedom to undress, slit wristed

These women made slaves

Got you digging your grave

While I’m digging these charades

Push ‘em in, now jump and

I got another plan

Creepin’ on another man

Reborn, forlorn and torn

Ignore the horns -

It’s only porn

Author's Note

Did you feel the flow? Do you agree/disagree?