My attempt at spoken word...
Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 11:14 am
I started walkin.../
began joggin ...at a pace that represents a state of alarm/
the rays are too warm, ocean is overflowin/
artists are like hiroshima...'no more growin'/
so i ran, and began to sprint/
capitalism's not confined to this/
I'm recognized as an outcast, who shouts back/
on a path to knock the system off its' tracks/
an' i notice i'm lost ...but i haven't lost at all/
i create creative ways to back a fall/
i'm runnin out of breath, with each and every step/
decending to new lows, underground depths/
with more debts, than credits/
the critics don't represent it/
so i steppd back to rep. rap, f*ck blowin up like meth labs/
the truest form of HipHop...
IN MY SOUL is where i kept that/
and it cant be taken/
rather be 6 ft. under, than above and fakin/
i'm makin 'sense' rather than 'cents'/
this 10 year storm has left me drenched/
'eroded the white off my picket fence/
so i clenched a fist to pound a dent/
in the system, with intent to bring it down!/
if the system 'fail' with no one around,/
an' hit the ground! would it still make a sound?/
I'm sure it would, if u understood exactly, its' true nature,/
its behavior, its' demeanor, its' similarities to a razor/
cuttin the skin we're livin in, with a such a livid grin/
to bleed us dry of our true selves until we mimick them!/
...just a quick thought, i know its kinda lacking a backbone, but ...fb wanted
began joggin ...at a pace that represents a state of alarm/
the rays are too warm, ocean is overflowin/
artists are like hiroshima...'no more growin'/
so i ran, and began to sprint/
capitalism's not confined to this/
I'm recognized as an outcast, who shouts back/
on a path to knock the system off its' tracks/
an' i notice i'm lost ...but i haven't lost at all/
i create creative ways to back a fall/
i'm runnin out of breath, with each and every step/
decending to new lows, underground depths/
with more debts, than credits/
the critics don't represent it/
so i steppd back to rep. rap, f*ck blowin up like meth labs/
the truest form of HipHop...
IN MY SOUL is where i kept that/
and it cant be taken/
rather be 6 ft. under, than above and fakin/
i'm makin 'sense' rather than 'cents'/
this 10 year storm has left me drenched/
'eroded the white off my picket fence/
so i clenched a fist to pound a dent/
in the system, with intent to bring it down!/
if the system 'fail' with no one around,/
an' hit the ground! would it still make a sound?/
I'm sure it would, if u understood exactly, its' true nature,/
its behavior, its' demeanor, its' similarities to a razor/
cuttin the skin we're livin in, with a such a livid grin/
to bleed us dry of our true selves until we mimick them!/
...just a quick thought, i know its kinda lacking a backbone, but ...fb wanted