The "Shape" of Life

[NeverOddOrEven]

The metaphors in this should be pretty obvious, but in almost every line I made a reference to some geometric shapes. Some of them are hard to catch, I think the hardest is the part that says followin' chasin, and when I actually speak it out loud it can sound like "follow adjacent."

Anyway, this is a story about a person we all know, and he's different for all of us. It might be the homeless guy you walk by on the street, or perhaps your own girlfriend, family member, whatever. Either way, I wrote this for them.

The "Shape" of Life

Caged in a reality of erasin the pain
Cylinder tubes, free base, or take it straight to the brain
Amazing the way that you change after discoverin' lines
Try-angles and facets that leave ya thinkin under-defined
Wonderin' why you wanna chill, but then they call you a square
So you line up parallel grams to "Full Circle's" volume blare
Smoke to cool the buzz, cigarette smoke crawls in the air
Fly through each dimension until you forgot your affairs
Then wake up wondering how the hell you dropped from the air
Now you "need" more, BUT WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN YOU THERE?
You're wallet is bare, but there's an area of houses to rob
You know the deal -
"A couple 360s gets you an ounce on the spot"
And countless thoughts within your dome as you break into the home
But little did you know that there's a little kid on the phone
He yells and curves around the corner and you followin, chasin'
Until you run into his father in the hall of the basement
Belligerently pushes you and starts to strangle your neck
With 9mms- brings you inches away from your death
Your brain reflects upon your choice as you get lost in introspection
The cops circle the perimeter as they cross the intersection
Now see, you got the inner message that was tellin you "bail"
But now you just anotha mothafuckin felon in jail
Weathered and frail from shitty cooks- bored of the shitty books
But then again, you're only here cause of course you're a shitty crook
How important the city looks as you glance away from ya pages
Wanna go to court-n-this-plot SUCKS like my date of arraignment
"Booked" on Friday.. five days until i can get the booth
Ya not guilty 'til the prosecutor submits the proof
Bullet wound is gettin worse- dinn' think these stiches'd work
Girl said she'd stay, sept-ya-gon, that's the difference to her
Like you're affixed with a Kurse, nothin is goin' your way
Not sure what you mean, but you know that you want "blow-in-ya-brain"
Goin insane 'cause all you wanted was a piece of the pi
Greed in your eyes? Better than leavin the streets to decide
Wait.. streets to decide?? Ain't you got a mom and a dad?
Who calmy attacked this habit that they saw as a trap?
This ominous fad you had after the ganja you stashed?
Before this fuckin drug had you in the palm of its hand?
It's all an advance- all corollary at least
Then after two terrible years- a voluntary release
So if you go off on a tangent, that's a sine that you've strayed
Leave you broken, hopeless and confused- probably dazed
But you've got a choice from now so there's no sayin it plainer
The man you are is defined by the way you shape your behavior


*followin, chasin/ follow adjacent

[Kau the Lion]

Excellent job. Like you said, the wordplay is pretty obvious. But clever nonetheless. This piece flowed perfectly which made it enjoyable to read. I was glad that you stayed on topic the whole time and told an entertaining story as well. The only instance I didn't get was "court-n-this-plot." Was that a bit of wordplay that I didn't get? Anyway, It's hard to really pick out a favorite line; it was all so consistent. So, props for that. I guess it would have to be this bar:

You're wallet is bare, but there's an area of houses to rob
You know the deal - "A couple 360s gets you an ounce on the spot"