Untitled (older lyrical/poem)

Contemplating existence and life.

 I’m sick of money and the greedy men who make it

You’re the embodiment of commericialism and fake tits

For the sake of fake bankers, better hang me from the gallows

About to start swinging with my fists and my elbows

I met the girl of my dreams, and said “Hello,”

She looked into my eyes and said, “Hell NO!”

But as she walked away, I saw she had an outlet in her temple.

And realized that her eye's were gray...

Plugged my chord in and I downloaded her mental

Then whispered softly in her ear that I’d be gentle

Ripped out her mother board and smashed it on the ugly floor

In a vain attempt to stop my contentment for this Tug-O-War

I feel all right, like I just brought a sword to a knife fight

And almost made myself seem life-like

I’m knee deep in a pool of your tears,

Chopping down your castle with a pair of busted sheers

I’m still trying to wrestle with the last 5 years, of my life

I’m innocent because the bloody gloves don’t fit right!

Contained in contaminated waters til’ day turns night

In my brain is a speaker bumpin’ bass and some snare drums

I got a book full of lyrics stored safely in my gums

We are basically a crumb

Floating in a milky mainframe

We exist in the mist of the flames and the sand grains

I’m mad pissed but I’m still about half a pacifist

Thoughts boiling in my think tank, like a catalyst

At last, I exist, only to find that existence is a myth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[wthz freestylen]

HOLY motha what the? f*****g skillfull man, good sht seriosuly, hit up my group im tyring to start man, least read my posts n then decide if we should be exhanging lyricd like THAT gave 99 to give u 1 to better urself. ha (feelen ight, lika i just broguht a sword to a knife fight, and almost made myself look life like haha got em