The heart that crushes Makes art blushes When I see irony I runaway from me
I’m a tight not with loose ends I’m thick I bend I carry a shoe lace noose and walk With a mouth that’s bullet proof I’m poetrys’ Muthafuckin’ G’
Shake me Shake loose some lyrical tendencies And you’ll see Im soft like cookie’s Dough Ya know? Kneed me mash me with your fingers nowhere near your mind do I linger But I still got a tongue like a Trigger finger
And you used to mock me when I say peace To this – I grind my teeth I take this powder and sell it on the black market Then I go to the white store And find myself a racist ***** And **** slap her with a sentence thunderous Just to explain there is no race under us ****** A fist at a fathers gist Ask the **** why he raised me like this Twist
And say, do you see that miss That girl is disgusting Yet her beauty gives her attractiveness I attack with this I bow to her like a blasphemist Look for a bent *** to kiss
I’m yoga preztled trying to fit social norms This lifelong lifetime will we round into social form Torn corners rip me down the middle to find freedom Where the **** is Lennon when you need him Oh, yeah, A bullet ******' Freed ‘em
We need to understand We aint’ birds in cages Yet the bars set in places Flawed faces Getting a chance to rejoice love hoist Beauty poised? We are so **** far from this So instead we stare at unfair bliss Oh by the way – I’m a ******* ****** killer
*But poetry is a **** good therapist
If i was a perfectionist i would film again to get that wink right. But perfection is for the delusional.