Over The TopA Poem by Kyle InsaneExperimental bars/lyrics/poetryPlastic gangster, one-time prankster, Chat more fluid than a smashed gas canister Running on empty my chats faster, Unclasped time, so now doesn’t matter, Encrypted clues lead to Leeds in Kent like Martha I’m your favourite rappers baby faddah, Call me “what you like” I’m a b*****d Got my heart in it, just starting it up, The rest see Q after P, like U I play a part in this. So many will never hear this, here, miss, Best to appear I’m Peerless, Rest of the year Hack straight through a flack-jacket, fear this Attack sprang a trap no straps just raw applause Causing pause for thought like the clap Spat through a closed fist listen in gently. Near enough to Quarter Sentry now, Twenty-four but look about twenty. Gyal? Me gets plenty. not dead inside. just cold to the touch, when i speak, i tell the truth, course i know too much, blowing more brain than a crack w***e on a bender, always pretender, never on the attack because i play defender SICK OF HIM, SICK OF ALL THIS BICKERING, HAD TO GET RID OF
HIM, TIED UP SHIVVERING, BODY BLOWS THAT AM GIVING HIM, FLOWS DON’T GET SICKER
THAN… © 2017 Kyle InsaneAuthor's Note
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Added on July 19, 2010 Last Updated on May 2, 2017 Tags: experimental, poetry, flow, testing AuthorKyle InsaneARAboutam alive alright barely breathing can't decide who to believe in can't fight the ride now i'm leaving still they pick sides decisions for eating. _________________ "A mythological tale with.. more..Writing
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