Calling all rhymers
Unfortunate that the mentality gapes
When trauma bombs are dropped in
Where is the hero with the cape
To stop the evil from committing sin
I wish we could stop draping
The curtain or certain issues, let's begin
I brought some tissues
As we discuss tears will fall
However, let's not misuse
This time let us call on all
Crush this stupid cycle of abuse
When trauma bombs are dropped in
Where is the hero with the cape
To stop the evil from committing sin
I wish we could stop draping
The curtain or certain issues, let's begin
I brought some tissues
As we discuss tears will fall
However, let's not misuse
This time let us call on all
Crush this stupid cycle of abuse
Anonymous
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I am stepping on some silent toes,
Wondering, should I wait or have a throw.
Should I pick up on past goes,
The talk of lighters to sparking angers?
Setting flame to the abusers game?
Trauma bombs or world war two,
Each and both are apocalyptic tones.
Where no five p's prepare us for our part,
For better or for worse,
Till death do us part,
No still means no
It's non conscential
Even if expectational
It is grime fighting and rhyme busting,
In our means, in our part,
It's art that keeps the beating in our heart.
Wondering, should I wait or have a throw.
Should I pick up on past goes,
The talk of lighters to sparking angers?
Setting flame to the abusers game?
Trauma bombs or world war two,
Each and both are apocalyptic tones.
Where no five p's prepare us for our part,
For better or for worse,
Till death do us part,
No still means no
It's non conscential
Even if expectational
It is grime fighting and rhyme busting,
In our means, in our part,
It's art that keeps the beating in our heart.
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Tomato soup as he watches the coup
Hours of YouTube on loop
Is there where the rabbit hole lead?
Ten past nine means it's close to bed
Will the YouTube keep you up?
Is your soup in a bowl or a cup?
Glad you said what's up
Lime green is one my favorite greens
I enjoy nature, a lot of that color on the scene
Not sure what the hell I mean
But I'll be eating tacos today with my special mix of refined beans
I better cooking
'Cause he'll refer to me as good looking.
.... not sure what hell that is but I'm having a nice time. Thanks.
Tomato soup as he watches the coup
Hours of YouTube on loop
Is there where the rabbit hole lead?
Ten past nine means it's close to bed
Will the YouTube keep you up?
Is your soup in a bowl or a cup?
Glad you said what's up
Lime green is one my favorite greens
I enjoy nature, a lot of that color on the scene
Not sure what the hell I mean
But I'll be eating tacos today with my special mix of refined beans
I better cooking
'Cause he'll refer to me as good looking.
.... not sure what hell that is but I'm having a nice time. Thanks.
Fiftysevenhours said:I am stepping on some silent toes,
Wondering, should I wait or have a throw.
Should I pick up on past goes,
The talk of lighters to sparking angers?
Setting flame to the abusers game?
Trauma bombs or world war two,
Each and both are apocalyptic tones.
Where no five p's prepare us for our part,
For better or for worse,
Till death do us part,
No still means no
It's non conscential
Even if expectational
It is grime fighting and rhyme busting,
In our means, in our part,
It's art that keeps the beating in our heart.
We tip toe but we want to set go
Speeding though life
Missing somethings we should know
Moments could have stopped the strife
Take the knife to the bomb droppers
Cropping short these beautiful angels
I am one and sadly not a stranger
Dangers tip toe in every corner
Tell them, he's a pedo, someone should warn them
No does mean no
So show those bitches the dictionary
No consent
Words go unspent
Leaving dents in my soul
Need to regurgitate this hate
To my intended target, the soul stealer
Struggling but just trying to heal her
[Her is me]
Wondering, should I wait or have a throw.
Should I pick up on past goes,
The talk of lighters to sparking angers?
Setting flame to the abusers game?
Trauma bombs or world war two,
Each and both are apocalyptic tones.
Where no five p's prepare us for our part,
For better or for worse,
Till death do us part,
No still means no
It's non conscential
Even if expectational
It is grime fighting and rhyme busting,
In our means, in our part,
It's art that keeps the beating in our heart.
We tip toe but we want to set go
Speeding though life
Missing somethings we should know
Moments could have stopped the strife
Take the knife to the bomb droppers
Cropping short these beautiful angels
I am one and sadly not a stranger
Dangers tip toe in every corner
Tell them, he's a pedo, someone should warn them
No does mean no
So show those bitches the dictionary
No consent
Words go unspent
Leaving dents in my soul
Need to regurgitate this hate
To my intended target, the soul stealer
Struggling but just trying to heal her
[Her is me]
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