"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
My turn,Again,Against stage fright.I thought I couldn't do it until I walked to the stage like,I had no other choice,But,To put the microphone to my side and then lay lines.Connecting every monumental sentence,Across the jaws of whoever's willing to bet against,A man who is climbing up and over a hill others roll back to the... Continue Reading →
Rapping was something I never thought I'd fall out of love with,But,I did.Too much time was spent wrapping my head around my existence,As dead is how I imagined it.Yet,Here I am rhyming words,Again,In a less reckless fashion more fitting for man with many chips,On two shoulders,Too exhausted,To keep holding on to weight equilibrated with,Each tear... Continue Reading →
Exhausted from drama.Sitting in silence when I just want a,Chance to breathe,Like I should be doing.Nicking apples in my garden like Patrick Ewing.Trying to keep it moving,Till I'm centered on my own block... I just want to get away and jot,A story I decide to be the Author of and put a stop,To every single... Continue Reading →
Never been a baller,But,I’m writing lyrics richer than every single dollar anyone can make.Never been a player,But,A nerd courting more than a dime piece while everybody tries to hate,On me!For the truths I speak!A man all about keeping his word never has to lie while he’s seeking a deeper meaning of life for a better... Continue Reading →
Sorry,Not sorry!I was just born this way.With a will to detach myself from atavistic features like a 6-pack,In hand,Along a winking eye whenever it’s time to show who I truly am… Sorry,Not sorry!For most of my life,I’ve been excessively fat.Pushing 300 pounds,Until now,Ever since I’ve crossed and burned bridges that couldn’t withstand!The weight of my... Continue Reading →
What are bars to me? My canvas painted with scars to see. My mind's body from limb to limb, To tell my story from every part of me... It's a place of freedom whenever I feel captive, Ironically... It isn't a place just for blacks and latinos, But a sanctuary to leave our marks wherever... Continue Reading →
Throat stings, Limbs too strained, Head constantly rings./ Still I sing, Ball up my fists and swing, At anybody hardheaded enough to box me in a ring!/ You can go ahead and try to knock out a king. We just get up, Compose ourselves and think!/ Of another way to stop a War leaving most... Continue Reading →
Same dimes, Same wraps, But, A lot of things have changed while I keep my rhymes in tact. A syntax unmatched. Always lived by the Boom-Bap. I'll die for these rude raps. Anything is possible when I move back, And fourth. With a pen, And course, Through this page so that I can cruise past,... Continue Reading →
Only thing that matters to me, Is a chance to ride a beat. Forget a friendship. They set you back when you're on your path to succeed./ Suns flower every rose meant to surpass the concrete, As long as you chew everything you dare to swallow no matter how hard it can be.../ I'm an... Continue Reading →
The Boys are watching...Sirens at the highest volume as they're clocking in for quotas through our products.Pistols cocking with machetes locking in on every neck to slice through the problem.There's a war going on in a concrete jungle where the Monsters pop up,In all the dark corners you have walked across from...The Boys are watching...From... Continue Reading →
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