"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Keys pressing up against my fingers. God pushing them for me when I feel like eating dinner. Y'all don't understand the kind of work I'm trying to leave on this scene of spitters... But, I'm here with another one. You're here for another gun line, When I'm crushing them. Sprinkling them inside another blunt, I... Continue Reading →
Rolling up out of bed, And, Smoking up lots of piff! I've been, Higher than ever, Lowered in pressure. Saving these lectures, For the kids looking around for some guidance... Until then, I'm hiding. Writing a vibe! A lyrical prowess undenied, Unrefined. Just, Raw in nature. Lines on paper that'll glue you to the stories... Continue Reading →
"And now we bow our heads and pray..." "Amen..." Funny how I just walked past the preacher man, With my head already down. I don't understand, Most likely never will. It isn't in my will to fall to my knees, Especially, When the Pastor's busy touching kids behind the scenes... It's not really my type... Continue Reading →
Lines. All kinds. Ones you snort and stand behind of, Whether you're in pain or searching for something divine. Food for the mind. Food for the heart whenever agony strikes... But, I often wonder what I look for as a writer. Writing and riding on a high I'm fighting as a lifer. Sentenced, An imprisonment... Continue Reading →
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