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Don't Ask How Bad Shit Gets
Stand Again, Cram it in, Unplanned Zen
I ran to handle sin, you missed this man when I began!
No crime to fall I discerned from what I learned behind the walls
Like Roach from “People Under the Stairs!”
Night encroaches and I deep wonder what’s out there!
Hollywood never called me good.
I wouldn’t crawl for that gnarly hood!
I understood and evolved as I should.
Now I wonder why those walls EVER stood?
I am not an Original Gangster.
I am a hot Subliminal Prankster!
I do not do drive-by’s.
On the spot I clue and divide lies!
I was born to spark the Dark Kiss
And spike polished bombs!
Corner the market like Bausch and Lomb!
Always checking the story for oddities
Preying on and detecting unsuspecting
Regulatory bodies!
A hallmark of employing call-outs of dismissed shit.
Like Wal-Mart destroying small businesses!
No crime to fall I discerned from what I learned behind the walls
Like Roach from “People Under the Stairs!”
Night encroaches and I deep wonder what’s out there!
Blessed by books, bereft with crooks
Settle a bet when you digest
A trusty left hook
And a rusty knife in the right!
Some fall for sleights
Some are called to write
ALL have to fight!
I EVOLVED to brawl in the night!
No stopping grime
Popping crimes
Rocking divine
Leave pity and despair behind!
Breathe city air and cough up slime.
Botching your mind
Dropping these rhymes
Optioning my off-time
Oxygen combines
With hydro-chronic, hydrogen and helium
I fly and flow to be healing and then
Dark desire thirsts, thus I spark a fireburst!
No crime to fall I discerned from what I learned behind the walls
Like Roach from “People Under the Stairs!”
Night encroaches and I deep wonder what’s out there!
I ran to handle sin, you missed this man when I began!
No crime to fall I discerned from what I learned behind the walls
Like Roach from “People Under the Stairs!”
Night encroaches and I deep wonder what’s out there!
Hollywood never called me good.
I wouldn’t crawl for that gnarly hood!
I understood and evolved as I should.
Now I wonder why those walls EVER stood?
I am not an Original Gangster.
I am a hot Subliminal Prankster!
I do not do drive-by’s.
On the spot I clue and divide lies!
I was born to spark the Dark Kiss
And spike polished bombs!
Corner the market like Bausch and Lomb!
Always checking the story for oddities
Preying on and detecting unsuspecting
Regulatory bodies!
A hallmark of employing call-outs of dismissed shit.
Like Wal-Mart destroying small businesses!
No crime to fall I discerned from what I learned behind the walls
Like Roach from “People Under the Stairs!”
Night encroaches and I deep wonder what’s out there!
Blessed by books, bereft with crooks
Settle a bet when you digest
A trusty left hook
And a rusty knife in the right!
Some fall for sleights
Some are called to write
ALL have to fight!
I EVOLVED to brawl in the night!
No stopping grime
Popping crimes
Rocking divine
Leave pity and despair behind!
Breathe city air and cough up slime.
Botching your mind
Dropping these rhymes
Optioning my off-time
Oxygen combines
With hydro-chronic, hydrogen and helium
I fly and flow to be healing and then
Dark desire thirsts, thus I spark a fireburst!
No crime to fall I discerned from what I learned behind the walls
Like Roach from “People Under the Stairs!”
Night encroaches and I deep wonder what’s out there!
Published 15th May 2013
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15th May 2013 9:01pm
Oh Man!!!!
I Love This!!!
I Need to hear it done Live Loki....
FOr Real I need to hear this live!
I Love This!!!
I Need to hear it done Live Loki....
FOr Real I need to hear this live!
Anonymous
4th Jun 2013 3:01pm
This poem is very raw, with such
emotion...I feel revenge, hatred, and
such power within these words. This
poem says to me of a life of crime, of
a life behind bars..someone who has given
up on humanity and out for themselves.
Just my opinion though. Very good!
emotion...I feel revenge, hatred, and
such power within these words. This
poem says to me of a life of crime, of
a life behind bars..someone who has given
up on humanity and out for themselves.
Just my opinion though. Very good!
5th Jun 2013 8:12am
Redemption, Comrade. Is a mirage, another trap to stay in the past. Humanity gives up on any they can't feed from. Redeeming humanity now? Feeds the future. Thank you for opening your channels to this one, A.D.!
There was no darkness to juxtapose against the light prior to Anno Domini
There was no darkness to juxtapose against the light prior to Anno Domini
