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103 · Mar 2019
9 words
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
She’s broken.
I’m addicted.
We both need a fix.
89 · Jan 13
instrumental
I used to be a different man, bent and mad,
Until a spiritual awakening, rude enough to shake a man,
Forced my hand to take the driver's seat,
To tackle my reality.

Full force is what it takes to move snakes from the grass,
Every path you tread should never be the last.
Know that even when it snows or slows,
It shows you weren't putting on a show,
Because you made it past every single one of your episodes.

I had to cut her loose, even though her caboose could move a moose,
My knuckles are bruised from doing too much Bruce Lee to Richard.

*****, you surprised?
You think if I knew I could rap like this,
I'd keep the disguise.

I euthanized the part of me that used to think
Part of me was incomplete,
Now I'm into pottery and quietly winning the lottery.
Pardon me, the oceans parted for me long ago.
If there's anything that you know that I don't, would you rehearse it?
Sometimes I feel that I've been cursed
With enough knowledge to have been bathed in the Lazarus Pit eternally.

I yearn for thee to come forth,
He who believes could spit better.
Ever since I learned to read, I had to see what they didn't want me to see.
It's deceit really to have been withheld from intimacy.

I mastered the art of plastering smiles through the anguish.
I'm an insane human who's come to disrupt the English language.
I'm fascinated by plains, dames, fractals, diamonds, societal changes, and women.

I grew up listening to mad rappers and what churches called sinning,
But I knew what was meant for me from the very beginning.
76 · Mar 2019
let me fall
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
You let me fall for you
I became so used to your touch
now I am paying for your wrongs
I know where I messed up.
I feel so ashamed
of the love coursing
through my veins.
the flame of passion
that you left me remains
but you being someone else’s
will never change.
76 · Mar 2019
the giggle
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
I always knew what I had

never thought about it after

How could I ever stay mad?

Have you ever heard her laugh?
74 · May 24
no title 2
If all I see is grey, does any of it matter?
I see the world for what it is,
Gradually, it's only made me sadder.
Moral victories or being rich enough to fly to Saturn,
****, I've been thinking about the latter.
They say money can help do unthinkable things,
So what would you rather be: down to earth or outta here once the meteor hits?

I came from another world just to watch the eclipse,
Careful where you fall, 'cause reality slips.
Best believe when you come down,
Your choices are fixed.
Know that if you don't dumb down, the tables flip,
Sometimes what you have to say is so outta here
It's difficult to present the world with your gifts.
'Cause they're ill-prepared to realize that you're sick,
Slick enough to make it rain on 'em with nothing but a drip.
74 · May 18
casted
Man, I tried to get it so I could fit in, but I had to dead it.
As I grew up, all I knew was that this pad and pen is
My escape from everything I've set aside,
'Cause when I jot my little rhymes, the only time I feel alive.
I know my mind's much organized,
And not a moment passes by
When the roles I've played align.
But as I'm piecing these components, this becomes the closest for a poet just to cope with all that agonized.
Yo! You can't philosophize if you're avoiding the sunlight.
My soul disperses all these verses, hoping that each line could shed some light.
We're all alike, here's my advice: put some work in,
Don't forget you're still a person.
Learn to get immersed in what you love
Because the universe will draw your blood.
57 · Oct 2018
on my own
ANTONIO Ainnoot Oct 2018
I woke up to no milk in my bowl
It does not feel like home.
Cereal on the table
Gallon in the fridge, but no milk in my bowl.
I am home, but it's not what I know.
There is no milk in my bowl. I am now grown.
My first submission.
None of these f*ers like me.
They're lukewarm, I'm hot; Nuke bombs
ain't take no **** since I was a newborn.
Now it's like, "Look, Mom, finally took form."
You never gave lectures, thought I was stubborn.
Your son is just headstrong.
But I must have hit my head on something.
If it wasn't the headboard, it was the ceiling.
That's what I head for.
My teachers were dead wrong.
Never took the streets, only risks.
Even if my dreams got stepped on, I made it out of the matrix.
I'm patient but surgical with it, no matter how many takes.
It took a village.
The grass ain't greener on the other side.
Some of that **** is synthetic, esoterics embedded through my epidermis.
Words of a sermon never spoke to my person.
My soul's purpose is searching every day for diversions.
Recreational drugs were suppressing the urges.
'Cause living in the slums leads to excursions.
I could write you a couple of verses of the **** that occurred
And put into words everything that my neurons conversed.
Picture me growing up; I was never the nerd
But always looking through my window, wondered how the universe worked.
Pick apart any art, found a way to unlearn
All the things that were leaving a burn.
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