"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sleep. Not a state where our bodies are inert, But, More so a way for us to know more than the 'curb'... And, Kids like me? Usually sleep walk through a Street life so prevalent in the lives of the Urban. Sifting through so many messages as they go on a search with, Fully loaded... Continue Reading →
When you're wrapped up in my arms, I just want to make you feel so love and protected. As soon as my lips bounce off your fluffy cheeks, Mine get so flushed and reddened, Even just by your presence... Funny, Birthday's around the corner and feel like I already have my present. A chance to... Continue Reading →
Defeated?... Never the case. What reason? To get up and pray? To get on a stage, And leave them in pain? A weekend... Away from the deep end, While staying right on shore, Getting my feet wet... And reject, All the cynical demons, Resting soundly on my shoulders while I try my best to repent...... Continue Reading →
What do I need? I think about that often. Versus what I want in, This fragile life of mine... But I, Digress from such thought over my bathroom faucet. Where the need for God washes, Away, Every spec of dirt daring to paint me as flawless... Impefections, The perfections we were blessed with! Just how... Continue Reading →
My style will leave you augmented. Off lyrics. I'm a boss livin livid,. With a coffin in the ground for any rapper with a bar trying to scrimmage. Ima ball, Leave you winded, When I cross and leave you injured. Get you clawed on the block, Like Kawhi Leonard. Call your girl up, Get her,... Continue Reading →
Living in your head is like a double edge sword. You either go to war with every demon who swarm any ounce of happiness you mourn every morning, Or. Accept them as an angel we adore, Where the only differences are the horns that are scorching! Instances of messages through the smoke that is soaring,... Continue Reading →
It's hard to even "want" to exist when you feel like everything you do is wrong. Almost as if your own voice is on egg shells. And, You won't even know the reason, Really. There's never an option of knowing. You just sit there quietly, Letting the internal box get smaller and smaller as your... Continue Reading →
Look at him. Smooth, Cool. Mouth full of cigarettes... Look at him. Holding his daughter's hand, Face full of smoke, Sprinkled in ash... Look at him. Smiling while styling, Profiling. And buying in the thousands! Many, Many, Many packs for all the stress that's piling, On his shoulders... But, What about his daughter? Coughing from... Continue Reading →
I'm not going to change. It doesn't make sense to fix what didn't break, No matter the pain. I'm cool with the cracks... I know I'm dope, Smoking a pack of rappers looking like food on a plate, For me to cope... I'm coming for everything I deserve. All of my life, My heart has... Continue Reading →
Flow melodious. Copious amounts of words stitched with loneliness. Showing you two ways to live, Morpheus-like. Either indulge in pleasure forever demonized by Dorian's Plight, Or paint scenes of Love and Truce with yourself... No longer blindsighted by trauma jotted in scars plotted and fold those hands dealt...
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