Sunday, December 7, 2014

Life it self is arrested development.


Verse 1

The possibility of possessing the prostitute in her is the flow of the corruptions automatic destruction 

 words slamin like the complete plan-in
motion

 reluctantly roll a smoke then dictate the traces of everyone's fake embraces.

 Basic bases makes fake faces with a hope for Gods attention.

 When life is just a test of detention from the ability to be where and when ever we combusted just like the star dust did 

 rid humanities bid on brutality 

 We are a trying breed that feeds a new level of thought to the cosmic rustic busted distrusted dead dream encrusted never corrupted power from the universe

tells us the question of who's communicating infuriating casing my inner belittled ties with what lies ahead from the eyes of silky spies. 

Verse 2

 I'm mostly conflicted with how much is actually predicted on  Delusional constitutional corruption forces its way to be trusted 

busted gears of how "rational" people feel steers the ignorance and blatant blaring  meer mortal fear. 

 Must be rich and diamond encrusted to be apart of the trusted  

 I guess that's the fake diplomatics and fighting tactics that enacts the last reason to react to being stabbed right in the back, sneak attacked. 

 They don't see me going too far. But trust me you will be forced to see the inner spring in the life of a dream scene crime fiend that can't find his own support beam. 

 To be ready to be in THEE raid for the rest of my ideas that were always busted but never trusted portrays the mistrusted destructive politicians of a pure phony displays of verbal relays 

 They reach to the mass population to be in every relationship and feeling that you might be dealin' with

like the first time he cheated on you be true too reuse your muse that's methodically masking you over and over again till you suck every influence of the dimes and friends you have to choose till then. 

 Started a rise of every single tie that may disarray the famous display of what we feel is real.

 All of me is an abstract feel it's too surreal. 

2 comments:

  1. This was surreal.

    I'll say this. You're different. Different from most of the stuff I see on these blogs.

    Some good internal rhymes. It's written like a rap, it sounds like a rap, but it's difficult to read like a rap because it's all one paragraph.

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