The common heat of the rare cold,
human discovers me in a bare mold,
I, feel as if there's a candle
held, hell freezes coz I can dull
my, feelings,
and I am drawn, into the art that I can't draw
and the start was the last straw
I fell apart at a **** draw.
And to this day I still can't draw
quick, gun's jammed when my jam's on.
flick, lights back to the band that's on.
I wanna fight back but my backs to the **** wall
Coz for pete sake I see these days,
when MCs say their energy's drained
there's no leeway
I'm Bruce Lee
no easy way,
so I fight to keep the success stronghold, long road a ******* freeway.
But I feel like I wanna bail from this crime scene
I'm coz I'm in jail for these rhyme schemes,
And I'm sick of breaking these bars down
so for now, that's a wrap and I'm screaming.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
The common heat of the rare cold,
human discovers me in a bare mold,
I, feel as if there's a candle
held, hell freezes coz I can dull
my, feelings,
and I am drawn, into the art that I can't draw
and the start was the last straw
I fell apart at a **** draw.
And to this day I still can't draw
quick, gun's jammed when my jam's on.
flick, lights back to the band that's on.
I wanna fight back but my backs to the **** wall
Coz for pete sake I see these days,
when MCs say their energy's drained
there's no leeway
I'm Bruce Lee
no easy way,
so I fight to keep the success stronghold, long road a ******* freeway.
But I feel like I wanna bail from this crime scene
I'm coz I'm in jail for these rhyme schemes,
And I'm sick of breaking these bars down
so for now, that's a wrap and I'm screaming.
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