Friday, June 17, 2016

rap sheet


(lit another cigarette trying to shorten my life sentence
without drugs i can’t forget life is just a penance)

 

 

happiness dulls the creative edges

mystery misery puts me on ledges

looking down at the ground

i get high go inside

give this life another try

 

won’t go far without a car

mp3 and mazzy star

and i’m walking

stalking the shadows

that serenade my soul

i smoke a bowl

feel consoled

by the fabrication of alteration

 

i’m not ghetto can’t really rap

but i can rhyme and smell your crap

quote the ascended raging Zach

“there ain’t shelter here

the front line is everywhere”

 

let me be me

oh can’t you see

i’m the forest for the trees

i’m the artist who never made it

so i remain artist creative

screaming at indifferent ears

because it’s me they will not hear

there’s no credence without success

at your banquet i’m no guest

but washing dishes with your drool

bus your table wipe your stool

all my words are never heard

i don’t deserve your recognition

if books would sell then i could spell

and finally file the petition

that could have your attention

 

money made is the condition

to be recognized, justified

allowed between your hallowed thighs

cause money is the only size

that matters

 

oh dr. dre come my way

let my words be on display

give me cred paint me red

not the norm but the instead

art expressed in any form

leaves you cold never warm

 

but seriously this all started

when i became dearly departed

quit the drink and the smoke

their fucking jester and a joke

but all their cuts made me bleed

draining my blood as they feed

but now i’m seeking my own need

smoke the harvest from the seed

 

yeah i’m talking marijuana

you wanna get baked and blazed

the kids are all doing it

it’s all the craze

this purple haze is not a faze

i’m going at it glazed and dazed

 

a broken heart will not depart

until you find the perfect art

still life stolen from the mart

 

i purple rain the love and pain

laugh at loss and garner gain

rap this crap foot in trap

wake me with a warning slap

 

i’m here to say let’s part ways

you’ll be sunshine and the day

while i abscond on

the dark streets of decay

 

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