dAYdReaMiNG.


The scenerys like a fairy tale,
mountains covered in green
Acres of field seperated by a beautiful stream
Its a land of myth,
like somethin from a Dungeons and Dragons game
where i got a job Selling Watches,
just to Pass the Time away.
The towns people were elves,
short people, but friendly folk
with long beards,
and talked with an Irish accent when they spoke.
Suddenly i was surrounded,
by 100 or more
Pointing axe's at me,
warning me to lay down on the floor.
Each one inspected me thoroughly,
i was like a giant to their species
the outcast.
but i listened hard as one started speaking. .
" Why are you here?" he asked,
"Where are you from?"
He was looking for an answer,
but sadly, i hadnt got one.
Id fallen asleep and this is what id woke up to
i heard one shout "Kill him!"
and instantly said "Fuck You!"
I stood up straight,
turned around and started to run
with each step came the thought "What had i done?"
One of the elves jumped out on me,
i feared for my health
Hit the elf with Glasses,
and made a Spectacle of myself.
nO cHanCE tO waKe Up . . tO bLeSs
gRoWN uP tO sOaK tHe cReST . .
aND wOKE uP . . sO wHaT's nEXT
aS tHE oLDeR sTePs vEX . .
aND . . . . .
Take a look . . into the same
crooked features . .
in greater books . . still hidden
but blame lookin' eager . .
as reason for wisdom
before faith is shook the same . .
i`m refrained in riches
switchin' looks of blame . .
So as i, recall all the thoughts
strictly devine . .
even if i`m lost . . i just call
star sixty - nine . .
maybe its inserted . . perversion
versus loves' coherence and . .
workin' for jerks to be worthless
thru fucked appearances . .
misguidin' lights like
any employed house wife . .
now shine is blinded . . rewinded
so how's life . .
losin' control . . if i'm due to
be choosin' my goals . .
and obviously . . on top of dreams
but fuedin' with Soul . .
who's in control ? thinkin' that
there's hope to be famous . .
therefore, leapin' gaps
has chance you won't make it . .
and the answer's blatant
so, i strive to the tip top . .
even believin' the gift god
gave me was . . HiP HoP . .
then rap battles throttled
my hobble to achievement . .
but i found my rhyme life
didn't have any rhyme and reason . .
to the Time or . . meanin'
for these seams to be unsewn . .
definately not . . the schemes
i themed into PoEMz . .
that alone . . condones nothin'
but my hurry to bury this . .
image facin' bish in each
alias . . shit, i'mma marry this . .
momentos of my so called
slowed . . momentum . .
but i still hold scriptures
which helped hold wisdom . .
within my bold missions
of buildin' dope position . .
and in the center of a beginner
is the heart of my whole system . .


To Be Continued...