troubled wits
my troubled wits are disguised by a subtle grin
its devilish, as i rub my chin where the stubble is my knuckles split, when drugs produce-that utter excitment cus i always carry two bags..but thier under my eye lids when i try to hide it, my emotions are shown vibrant the commotion that's enclosed will overthrow tyrannts heads spins like a siren, after my balance is lost and i fall down scatter to grab my talented thoughts as they crawl out grasp ideas til my hands are damged and break up draw 'em out fast with a canvas and paint brush i need to wake up and, respect my logical best work, is only a spec of sand that makes up the topical desert forever my brain contains, painful stains that became faded while i sat in the rain, they washed away as i waited so plain & blatent, i collapsed the trash the paragraphs were entrapped with graphed a plan, and added images that were graphic dont know what happened, with my thoughtful entire plot but i just started rappin', cus i toppled my writers block ! |
Dope ^ ^ ^ ...the way this shit just flows its perfect.
told you fuckers this aint no newbie |
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