Idkwtfthisism8A Poem by The CrowMy cheesy 90's rapRevolution with a musket world war with a rifle love standin nice and tall From empire to the Eiffel I’m your average craker a new aged slacker When I see acute honey I measure with a protractor I spend my days avoiding all the fuzz Busy-a*s little bee with that little green buzz Dancin on a side street Make a beat just because You’re damned if you do So the Doer just does Take a break blow the smoke out your lungs All the world’s tongues speak about the same s**t And bit by bit Japanese or Brit We b***h about it As we take another hit Collectively, even excessively If you think about it, it’s a bit funny A planet that planned it A minute profounded That ain’t a word, stupid So now your a*s is grounded I’m your Midwest freak rest of me up the creek try to remain chill While I speed and I tweak Spend my existence searching For the what to fulfill When I find the right matter I’ll put that s**t in a pill Not a lot of time to fill But I still chill homie Had some fools talk some s**t Then I told them all to blow me Was not my finest hour I was bleedin in the shower but learned along the way That learning’s true power © 2016 The Crow |
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