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Liz  Dec 2014
Go hard or go home
Liz Dec 2014
The tests say 98% neurotic.
The doctor says I'm just passionate.
My parents say I'm too sensitive.
Lovers say I'm too clingy.
I say I'm just ******* crazy.

I feel everything so deeply.
Love is so instense.
Fear is crippling.
Pain is paralyzing.
Joy is euphoria.

Maybe I'm too passionate,
Or emotional,
Or sensitive,
Or whatever.
But I know one thing,
That I'm deeply,
Madly,
Cripplingly,
And euphorically,
In love with you.
well im the funky hocus pocus
emcees loose focus
cuz they know when i step to a show i blow
harder than Gillespie
aint none stoppin me droppin' me
uh true southern playalisticadicallic music
ya cant abuse it
ya thiught we was dead but resurrected injected
ya brain with a high funk overdose no syringe no pretend
our flows leave ya bent
competition just blowin'in the wind
my flow stings like misquito
enticin' west nile virus sound the chorus
dirtu ***** is what im about
we fight neva pout the gun in to snout
one shot no shout we all about
dollaz n cents i see you instense
but naw playa dont hate me
hate the suspense
as my  money gettin' thicker
and thicker
richer and richer
and ya know foes try to roll.with ya uh

yosef don't play no games
when it comes to fame
I say **** the fame
n the shame
I love black people
but hate ****** mane
detrimentAl for out mental
tv's paint a tainted reality no positivity
in the black community
they told me
if I wanna be a star performing artist
I gotta sellout
Naw never that I like raider hats and baseballs bats to gats
quick to watch ya blood splat
**** the records execs
cuz I'm a threat poetic terrorist
this ain't the summertime
but I'll show ya porgy and Bess blessed from the sessed
so I can manifest
this beautiful lyrics
so foggy you couldn't clear it
I'm on ya conscious like bad nerves
twitchin forever lynching
mind of those who ain't listening
He's thinking about other women
You're not the ocean he's swimming
But you're brimming
With perfection for me
I want to move like the tides
For you in the pitch black
Just stay on your back
And let the insecurities wash ashore
Let peace as I touch be your main focus
It's never been about my desires
But oh lord how do you sleep at night letting yourself be deprived of such a great feeling?
You'd give me that tight
Instense feeling
And I want to release it
On you and nobody else
He's browsing through the app to see what he can find
I just want to be the person who can get behind
You and make you feel at home
I want to dream and live it
Not just dream
We're apart of the same team
So let me give you effort to win a dynasty
Your highnessty
Infamous one  Jan 2019
Q:324
Infamous one Jan 2019
Things go wrong
Never turn out accordingly
Denied seen as a good friend
Not looking for a relationship
Told a lie seen her with someone new
Shattered how quick  she moved on
She smiled with the upper hand
Turned my back left it alone
Eventually it was time to move on
We out with a female just to get out
A lunch with a friend nothing serious
She seen me with a friend
Not a well recieved response
If looks could **** an instense stare
She'd burn a hole through the souls
Her body language full of anger
Later a friend would be confronted
What's the back story an investigation
She didn't want to be serious
But didn't like the idea
Of me being serious with others
Gypsy  Dec 2020
Pensive Wanderer
Gypsy Dec 2020
Ingenious, by its own massy weight
The invention to a priest
Relaxation, the languid frame
The new machine, some youthful grace
Has slackened to a pause
Then dwelt upon the scene
Penniless and far from home
These gifts of a squandered life
The dream -
Of distant floods
Upon loose pebbles
In matted grass
Betrays the secret -
In still repeating circles
That hails the rising Moon
A foliage of such dark
This poet's treasure
Waters from the crystal well
That miner of your Soul
That mimics works of art
Visions prompted by instense desires
This constant revolution
A mere pretender to the name
Philosophy - the eagles eye
Holds out to all ancient barriers
Unexampled, unexplained
While God performs
Within the trembling cities
With rigors of restraint
We the righteous
Counterfeit the motions of old achievements
Defective and unsanctioned
To a God yet not revealed
Humble learners
Of grace, knowledge, comfort
This last poor pittance
In this prison-house the world
That holds mankind  masked
Preparing for our ruin
Exposed - Peace, that memory
Crooked and twisted and deformed
Broken and decaying, society mourns

Gypsy

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