The Bloody Mic

something new form me.

The Bloody Mic

If you get offended easily, think I give a s**t?

If you love who you are, adore how you think,

Better stop reading this, quit.

Just take this paper, rip it up crinkle krink

I’m gonna take this box that you are,

Drag it out through the yard,

Break it down and stuff it in the trunk of my car.

I am the best of the worst,

Worst of the greatest,

B***h you got something to say, you better save it.

Bite your tongue,

Out to dry you’re hung.

I don’t give a s**t,

Make this mic bleed while I spit,

All over this world before I f**k it.

Got a problem with how I said that, shut up and suck it.

Ain’t a mother f*****g thing you can do,

I’m off the chain, on the ball,

I’ll pick up that cute blond honey slam her against the wall.

I’ve got a death sentence bet,

But that don’t make me an emotional wreck.

Stronger than Jesus,

Wiser than god.

Darker than Satan,

More loyal than a dog.

You can tell me I’m bad,

Say I’m doing things wrong,
b***h passions all I need.

And you’ll know who I am,

 By the end of this song.

 

There is nothing I can say, to make me explain these things,

Thoughts and rhythms in my head,

I’ll write them all down, before I am dead.

 

Life is a game,

Love is a riddle.

That’s what Lenka said,

But wouldn’t you know it, now her career is dead.

We got to fight for our right, to be who we be,

In this so called land, and world of the free.

With their Prosecuting eyes

And their prostitution smiles,

Every painted up w***e

Sucking dick in the alleys behind convenience stores.

 

You can tell me I’m bad,

Say I’m doing things wrong,
b***h passions all I need.

And you’ll know who I am,

 By the end of this song.

 

There is nothing I can say, to make me explain all these things,

Thoughts and rhythms in my head,

I’ll write them all down, before I am dead.

 

Hold a beautiful woman in my arms,

Know that you destroy anything that would cause her harm.

Get laughed at when you say you will wait for her,

Prick you don’t know the kind of things I have done for her!

I will fight for my life,

Walk the edge of a knife.

Break me down and pick me up,

You can’t fill me b***h I’ve got three cups,

And so little time,

So I’m going to end this rhyme,

And I’ll check back with ya, when my life finds sublime.

You can tell me I’m bad,

Say I’m doing things wrong,
b***h passions all I need.

And you’ll know who I am,

 By the end of this song.

 

There is nothing I can say, to make me explain these things,

Thoughts and rhythms in my head,

I’ll write them all down, before I am dead.

 

Author's Note

so i wanted to do an angry write, hope itis conveyed well.let me know what ya think

Reviews

[T. Michelle Stone]

Dang! This is poetry gone Postal! Let the anger bleed out, it helps! That way ya don't blow up! (:

T

[Coyote Poetry]

"Life is a game,
Love is a riddle."
I had to read the poem a few times. I like the story and the flow of words. So many powerful statements stood out. Would be a good poem to read at a poetry reading. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Calypso]

Hun...

[Wolfwind]

I would say anger is an understatement. This in my opinion comes across as internal conflict and rage against a particular wedge of humanity. These words if taken at face value show a an aspect of rage that is now boiling over due to years of suppression. If I were to look deeper into the emotional visions that your ink has portrayed, I would say that the rage is a reflection of a world that doesn't tick the way one thinks it should, and these words are a lashing out towards those differences.

Overall the piece has a lyrical flow to it and a good tempo that works well with the harsher tones expressed.

Aaron