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I get it
Questioning if God is real when life reveals unexpected war you deal with, I get it/
Prayers feel muffled, emotions on shuffle and tied up in a bundle, I get it/
Commiting crime, homies dying, the street's crying, it's vivid/
When Hardships don't sink, within a blink, you're delinquent/
Translate that to broken love and it's predicament/
When he split your heart apart and played it's strings like a harp, I get it/
When she manipulate what you gave and put your trust in the grave, I get it/
Giving your love to who's colorblind to the art of your soul ain't worth your pigment/
A masterpiece at it's peak like murals of the greek image/
Timid, as things like broken friendships bring death to commitment/
When you were like Jesus to a circle of Judas's you thought was infinite/
Only to find out they strike with fengs that leave scars permanent/
Said they'll ride for you with only a permit/
Got witnesses inspect your pain while sippin tea like kermit/
See, the semiotics of walking this chaotic Earth requires a surgeon/
Signs of bruises and scars, but we must stand tall as Sargents/
Interpret the curveballs of life as reactions must be urgent/
And don't let this world put a price on your life like that of a merchant/
Because I get it...
Prayers feel muffled, emotions on shuffle and tied up in a bundle, I get it/
Commiting crime, homies dying, the street's crying, it's vivid/
When Hardships don't sink, within a blink, you're delinquent/
Translate that to broken love and it's predicament/
When he split your heart apart and played it's strings like a harp, I get it/
When she manipulate what you gave and put your trust in the grave, I get it/
Giving your love to who's colorblind to the art of your soul ain't worth your pigment/
A masterpiece at it's peak like murals of the greek image/
Timid, as things like broken friendships bring death to commitment/
When you were like Jesus to a circle of Judas's you thought was infinite/
Only to find out they strike with fengs that leave scars permanent/
Said they'll ride for you with only a permit/
Got witnesses inspect your pain while sippin tea like kermit/
See, the semiotics of walking this chaotic Earth requires a surgeon/
Signs of bruises and scars, but we must stand tall as Sargents/
Interpret the curveballs of life as reactions must be urgent/
And don't let this world put a price on your life like that of a merchant/
Because I get it...
Published 8th Feb 2020
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2nd Mar 2020 7:27pm
Love this production but one wee suggestion -- make the background song a decibel or 2 or 3 or . . .softer as the singer is now competing with You and Your spoken spill.
i was forced to read along because of this. & if You were in s Spoken Word Slam somewhere.........well You get my drift.
i was forced to read along because of this. & if You were in s Spoken Word Slam somewhere.........well You get my drift.
Anonymous
26th Apr 2020 4:07pm
Hey there
Would we be able to use and feature this on the Deep Underground Poetry podcast at all? Would be a fine addition to the show.
-M
Would we be able to use and feature this on the Deep Underground Poetry podcast at all? Would be a fine addition to the show.
-M
