(poetically rapped free verse:)
umm, attention on the mic
is everything alright?
it’s dark, I hate the light
but I ain’t ‘fraid of light
I like to light a light
this lil light of mine
makes everything alright
and makes the tip joint ignite
and I’m living on the edge…and I need some peace of mind
and I’ll just take a slice
I think I’ll have a bite
I’m counting down inside
feel like some dynamite
boom!
before I pray tonight
I think I’ll take a hike
and wear straight thru my nikes
or maybe ride a bike
up every hill that pikes
if I jump I’ll take a flight
reflecting on the sights
projecting every slight
that’s why I used to fight
compensating for my size
I grade my worth in likes
damn right I gotta gripe
with every wrong I write
why am I not your type?
oh that’s right, you like hype
if my ego too swollen-
then your heart isn’t ripe
cuz all your tears have drained-
so there’s nothing left to wipe
and you only want the prize
so there’s nothing left to wife
I’m just reflecting
or…
projecting
whatever, you get the message
thinking to my self
I haven’t been my self
should I walk into the fire?-
and stand there as I melt
I’m tryna get a grip-
suspenders or a belt
I’m steady tryna deal-
but all the cards been dealt
reflecting on my bruises, rub my fingers cross my welts
com-partmentalizing diaries upon my shelf
I’m tryna move around but I can’t get up out my shell
I’d question what the hell, but life is just a living hell!
I wish me fair well..
eh mhm
I’m trna change, so I’m a coin inside a well
it’s FCK the world until my groin decides to swell
OK where am I going with this…?
I’m drinking all my pride and I just join it wit some ale
and now my point collides with nails
I’m just..
I’m falling harder than some hail
I’ve lived behind just like a tail
but I don’t mind it, it’s a trail
that leads me beyond every fail
and that’s the key to every jail
I’m putting up just like some bail
I’m holding tough just like a rail
I’m wearing down, I’m holier than holy Grails
you phonier than show and tell
I know you well
I know ya self
I know you yell
I know you feel as cold as blowing air
inside the winter
hide your inner
ride the ener-gy
disguise the ene-mies
inside ya vanity
inside you panicking,
but you never show and tell
your shoulders felt
the boulders and the hole inside your soul
and that’s below the belt
you know it
holding on to older goings
going on ’bout other mornings, had you going grey
until you fell and cracked your shell
but now you’re whole
and doing well
Humpty Dumpty
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