You weren't vertical with your rhyme, na brov you weren't a stand alone dime. Throwing it in the air and landing face down, you now horizontal laughable like a clown.
But we ain't here to watch you blow up, more like deflate, claiming this was a set up. Tripping over your words like a stuttering F.. ***… k you... and there's ya muttering...
No one follows you, more like your wife walking out on the embarrassment, **** blocking you as she got an itch that wasn't seven years, more like size matters and yours were in arrears.
Look I don't want to put you down, I want to hit you so hard you feel it in the next life. Llease quit cos you haven't got what it takes to spit lyrics you have dry mouth, your words are you own critics.
I don't like mustaches and you remembered You kept it till last December When you knew you'd see me one last time You dropped out of highschool for an extra dime My friends say you're not good for me And I understand A dropout and the girl with the principal as her biggest fan But I live for the moments we have together From Subway dates to running home in bad weather My friends don't get how happy I am How I understand that you aren't a good guy, but not a bad man You have a warrant out for your arrest But I sometimes fail my tests We all have our bad things, we regret and don't flaunt But you are not one of mine, and I'm of yours I hope not A bad analogy I understand, but take a moment to see what you can He's a sweetheart and a charmer for sure But he loves me for me and that's pure I dont get guys like that much if at all these days And I know he means good intentions in all of his ways As bad as they may be And my friends remind me We mustn't judge a book from the cover Simple as can be
On a dime it turns Vertical and sharper than any knife Falling to one side Suddenly And the next thing you know You’re not there anymore In life
This is about sudden change and the shift in perspective. How quickly things turn on this human earth. Like finding songs, changing directions and the like. Some things just pop up out of the nothingness of the unexpected life. Why? Why did you choose? Why did you try? Or not... Just because. LOL.
Stock them high was the order of the day In queues one by one, they flock shops A social warehouse of common sales Slashed home events, buy one get one
On a balcony I sip Chai Latte swiftly Masses line up on spotlight street path Each drawn in enterprises of expenditure A dime for a good, a rhyme to amass more
Coloured triangle on the forehead illuminates A third eye, a seer pry, mood eased to try Our eyes meet and my tiled notebook melt Sing my heart don't protest,soul free to sate
We lost in narrowed jungles strolling multiples Outer casts giggling, deep withering multiplex Pasted blocks of concrete as loneliness replies A vice subtle, an automated paradigm in demise
Thanks J for a lovely day out, my soul is free to sate. I had a triangular pyramid on my forehead and you never questioned my spontaneity. I couldn't quite explain to people what the painted triangle on my forehead was, they really cannot understand..... I tried to be understood.Live life...Love Art....***
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime. I've seen people looking like they were born in perfection, with no regrets about their reflections. And looks were never a lesson they had to learn.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime. I've seen them smile with a perfect smile, with faces clear from lines. No scars, cause they look like stars.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime. I mean, looking so pretty and you do it so effortlessly and every second person throws a flirt, just to see if they could be with thee.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime. When you put on pajamas and still look like a runway model, while other run away from run ways cause they aren't model enough for runways.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime. I guess it feels like perfection cause you're in love with your reflection and you get compliments every second.
I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be a flame, or a dime. I guess I'll never know. Cause that's just how things go. Looks aren't for us all. Just for you, and your all. You look beautiful. I noticed that perfection fell for your reflection. I hope that was the right decision. I hope your voice, personality and heart are just as beautiful.
want to live in a world where we aren’t slaves to the dime. I want to live my life while I’m still alive But I’m stuck with a 9 to 5 Bullies on the side waiting to taking my lunch money away Oh **** you got some expenses to buy ******* it I need to refill my prescription I am trapped in a position Dig through the garbage again I need some real food to fill me in So cold tonight Look at the pretty hottie But **** yo you ******* expensive How come things are like that I sleep in a bed when my fellow humans can’t get a roof over their heads Oh right they don’t have that type of green So why should we care bout their well being They aren’t slaves to the dime Why should things be like this it is ******* sickening how our world has become. Till when are we gonna keep silent Big brother why are you taking his hugs away Mother can love us all It not fair Some of us keep ranting about how cold it is. People be thankful you have something to cover yourself up. Or you know what? There are people out there whom question why are we even a part of this world. No food, clean water, clothes, heater, no medical care, safety, and simply dream of a roof over their heads. How did we degrade this far? How come there are people like that? It’s ******* shameful how we allowed things to become. We kept quiet for so long voice is simply gone. We cared about the dime, and lost focus about what makes us feel alive. We all should be living life in a world filled with love and care Our earth had enough scars to bare I am just sick and tired Bout yea know Just being a slave to the dime.