Cursed WordsA Poem by WideEyedAbyssLet me apologize to begin with Let me apologize for what I'm about to say Every time you want to get deep, you’ll see my knuckle package Born to die, ferocious Emcee make you go back and write your rhymes My style chokes up like a little league baseball player It moves, I’m strangling as I’m swinging as main mangler I have a dream of a scene between the green hills Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed People don't talk about keeping it real It's understood that they actually will And intoxicated and stimulated emcees Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze Watch them flee, hip-hop hits Take a walk with me and what you'll see Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax And the sky beyond you is krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme And emcees have left materialism behind them I've seen a lot of s**t, I've talked to a bum Out on sunset strip, he asked me "How would you feel If everybody acted like you didn't exist You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip." So let it be known, the only reason that we do this Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith Over seeing the game, over being part of the same ol' thing It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again I dreamed I was missing You were so scared But no one would listen 'Cause no one else cared © 2013 WideEyedAbyss |
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2 Reviews Added on June 28, 2013 Last Updated on June 28, 2013 AuthorWideEyedAbyssNew Albany, INAboutFavorite Quotes: True Love Never Dies Sending a girl a text that says "Good Morning Beautiful" can change her whole attitude for the day Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran c.. more..Writing
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