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Stolen Minutes

Fuck a preamble and fuck ego and pride
I got a djinn on one shoulder and upon the other rides
Spirit of Mr. Hyde, slapping the shit out of Dr. Jekyll, like “Step the fuck up and take accountability for everything inside!”
Cause everyone knows someone who needs that beat into them by the end of their twenties or just by the end of the night

If you know a few then tell a friend to trick an enemy, tell ‘em I juuuuuuuust don't have the synergy spinning energy in real life.
Whenever whoever felt strife, acted shit out, not right,
I'm always happy to stay active, Hiroshima love pat is practice. I will do that shit for free
Whenever life sends me belligerent bait, I will hold out and wait… or drop mercilessly instantly, depends on how busy the time/date,

Fuck up some coming up with talking down intent dissent, adjust your fucking weapon, that's not what words were made for…
Fecedia, tell a friend to trick an enemy, tell ‘em I can't do this shit live…
Fuck ego and pride
I got a djinn on one shoulder and upon the other rides
Spirit of Mr. Hyde, slapping the shit out of Dr. Jekyll, like “Step the fuck up and take accountability for everything inside!”

So if I have a minute we’ll get unlimited and if I have five, send some suckers my way to swerve, murderously masticate, reign some raw data over, verbal Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
Bare practice and fun for free
I’ll do them by 3’s, straight forward from there, just to keep it fair; my style doesn't include humble but I just don't fucking care,
Freestyle isn't ever just words to tumble…

That's a stumbling mush-mouthed drunk, man…

Flowing through is moment-by-moment of what honest blossoms clearance, never broken, or crumbled, but broken open, audited experience, sum total in re-focus re-phrase, humbled to stand on a self-stage, competition only with myself from yesterday, still have to keep up with the last day, the track run, the risk I just don't come back from, total account spills free as total self-accountability

So everyday the world looks so different to me… and what was meant from months back everytime I ever rhymed “See the world in parallax!”

Yeah that shit wasn't ever a Marvel reference uber Geeks get over it
Every fucking day I wake up and say that I won't just let out loudly the first dorky shit that comes to mind…
I still do anyways, all the time

But it’s all mind

Over matter so I learned shit I can't mind still can't matter! Too much important shit to worry about censoring what I spit

Like Doc Brown climbing the tower during the thunderstorm scene…
I remain on the clock, rain or not

Real life, real glimpses, worth more than stolen minutes….
Written by LokiOfLiterati
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