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Tonight might be my last on earth/ Cursed since birth to spit the verse/ Unrehearsed rage when I hit the stage/ Kick the cage door open with a single paper page/ The first line raises eyebrows and drops defenses/ 2nd line opens minds and the third's a swing for the fences/ My throat tenses; relaxes when the disease is freed/ Indeed drowning in my ocean of wants and needs/ Toss and turn in a sea of sheets not at peace/ While I sleep between layers of haunting she's/ I'm like the mind's mystery to DesCartes impossible to fathom how/ An object with no mass can not only move the body, but rock a crowd/ Listen how I spit the illest legit, truest shit/ And still get clowned on like the village idiot/ People fail to recognize genius, and obsess daily about the size of the penis/ I mean it's ridiculous, the pity-fest the world throws for itself/ "What happened to the love, what happened to my car, what happened to my wealth"/ Love dies, cars break-down, and you were never rich to begin with/ You had money, but never knew friends 'till AFTER you got rich/ They spent your ends, you let 'em do it, now watch how you hate on them/ When really your lack of self-respect let them have their way, and now you shoutin' rape on them/ You saw this day comin', and avoided acknowledging it because you wanted to/ You've made life all about you and now you're confused how you're alone when all you wanted was you/ The Earth is cracking and we're slowly slipping deeper into the fissure/ While mankind searches religion for the answers, like there's a hidden picture in the scripture/ Reality - the mind is a chemical and electrical result of physical action and re-action/ The Mind-Body problem isn't real as the mind is as physical as the bridge currently collapsin'/ Droppin' mankind into the ocean of mystery of how to avoid the future without repeatin' history/ And how to lose gracefully without envying one another's victory...
I gotta come back to this... I just hit a wall here... *Sigh* I wish inspiration was like a faucet that could be turned on and off... I used to be able to write about anything on command...
As a matter of fact, I would like to set-up a challenge... I need to get back in rhymin' shape and I need my friends' help to do it... I would like for people to start sending me topics and rhyme challeneges... Anyways, I gotta run for now, i look forward to the challenges...
I gotta come back to this... I just hit a wall here... *Sigh* I wish inspiration was like a faucet that could be turned on and off... I used to be able to write about anything on command...
As a matter of fact, I would like to set-up a challenge... I need to get back in rhymin' shape and I need my friends' help to do it... I would like for people to start sending me topics and rhyme challeneges... Anyways, I gotta run for now, i look forward to the challenges...