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Freestyle (know me awhile)

I dont have a birthday I was never born

a child of scorn

I had to take the mans form

because yall would never allow me to walk around showin off my horns

for sure I had to know why the world hates me

so I axd my mother said that I was just an unwanted rape baby

now what can the world say to try and further faze me?

Now im eighteen and my crazy ass father isnt man enough to face
me

maybe because the laws of man hath driven me crazy

ah fuck it I'll get revenge on his death bed when he's pale n frailly eighty

cold desert when he's old and underworked Alzheimers cant even spell frailty

yall made me evil livin daily now yall made a villian

yall made a sick psycho with no fear who loves the sight of killin

chillin
codene on the rocks and my drink fillin spillin

my cup I guess it runeth over just a little to full

so the next one to cometh better be a bigger bull

than me

im flexable like the green gumby bend me

see me no longer dyin of envy

let he who is without sin be the first to end me

cast the first stone like a crack rock spend your last penny

my lawyers the devils advocate I take away your life even if you defend me

facebook ghostface killin anybody who dare try to friend me

go on push my button

get into somethin

it will be a thrill to catch yo ass runnin dodgin deftly

specially when you nothin but the contents of a bag marked hefty

further tempt me

i'll spill the bag empty and piss on the contents R Kelley

take your piss washed remains and sell it at the local deli

chili meat medley

i stay so frosty so chilly my chill be deadly

ready aim steady

thats me daily mane how much you tryna bet me?

Come on how much you tryna bet me mane im tryna get the rent ready

so other than a doped out P.I.M.P. rollin like a G

what the fuck am I supposed to do?

What the fuck am I supposed to be?

I feel like im just screwed

and for me they aint no such a thing as destiny.

I feel like im fucked

I feel like ima die young

I feel like I might go get it twisted

and choke to death on my own tongue

I feel like even if I stay sober

somebodys gone drug me and ima still wake up with a hangover

it aint over

I aint dead yet

I done been through too much
for the underdog to get put down at the vet

what then? who you gonna fuck with?
What you donna try
that aint been done already?

in between god and the devil... i'd say its a tie

like the devil was the first rebel, but nowadays I just don't know about that other guy

I wrote this on the fly

like a plane crash I hope you die

no lie
I dont remember killin you because I was just too high

oh look what time 420 on the dime

the doc jeckle drug reefer madness turn me into mister hyde

oh that explains why
dude freaked out pulled his own feet out
pulled his rolled weed out and set you ablaze and left you there to fry
Written by Austin_Rura (Austin Rura)
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