reality twists with fiction
and its constantly twistin
in a sick condition
different in definition
people say quit your bitchin
but i have a descision to make
keep wishin or fake it ta happen
with vision and rappen
no position of power
but i aint no coward
i stand like a tower
with a mission and a point to prove
ive done nothing but lose groove and use
im done with the abuse
im gonna be a success
gonna have my conquest
ta the death until i rest
ill strive to be the best
passing every test
im blessed with strength
a brain and im insane
just got ta get it off my chest
lifes a mess
and i milk it like a breast
unless something changes
im destined for anguish
so ill vanquish the feelings
and be the strangest
man to walk on this earth
with the gift or curse
for free verse
its hurt since birth
and im the first to admit it
but ill never quit it
are you wit it
the game is this thing we do with words
and verbs or herbs in the hood or burbs
as nerds so preturbed
that we're never the same except for a distant pain
shame or blame that we cant contain on our brain
just another stain for the vain its a shame
we're so different or ignoreant it can be so intimate
or innocent instead its infinite like the whore
war evening the score or gore maybey hardcore
all the more its for
man to walk on this earth
with the gift or curse
for free verse
its hurts since birth
and im the first to admit it
but ill never quit it
are you wit it
the manic panic going irate over fate filled with hate
a debate over words verbs are for the active
this is so passive and vast but when your trashed or smashed
you feel faded clouded and rash shut the fuck up or ill bash you
in the head with a pipe of led
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