This is mind clutter,
In time, further my sights order.
Crime borders both the truth and the lies
I shine over.
Rights noble
Never drink while I drive
I'll die sober.
Climb over
The very top of the grime I rhyme over.
Pried opens
Silver doors in my life and heart's focus.
While my heart's broken
Dig and I try to buy open trust.
Peace of mind
Steady climbs pride in my chorus never cry
Until the day that I die of mind boredness.
I find ordnance
Bombing the streets.
Poor and the weak, nothing to eat.
Hungry they weep
Bony physiques.
The force in fatigues.
The wars never cease looking at me.
Look at the trees, the willow weeps
See the destiny of these things messing with me.
Only after defeat
The testing complete.
My stress is festering.
Learning to flee
Taking the heat.
The same speech
That was given to me
In '83.
I say these things
From the wind of the pen
Dictating me.
Frustrating me,
The lust and the sin
Regaining greed.
Imitating the streets
Was never favored to me
Never catered to me.
Favorite to me or tailored to me.
Sacred to me
The art of love;
Their war is claiming the streets.
Ridiculous.....
Entertaining with beats and rhythms
Gotta sing
Through this silent bliss;
A Marine
Who's mind's a cluttered fist.
Touching this
Cycled flow without the studder in
Something hits.
Bumping writs from a cluttered mind diced
After it's sliced open.