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I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

It zips all the way...

I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

All they do is hate...

I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

When I need an escape...

I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

Hard to say the words that leave you astray...

Verse 1

From lost to fate...

So, I Bape, can you relate?

Or is it hard to say?

“I Bape” now I’m paid...

On top I stayed...

Got to take time to contemplate...

At a higher conscious state...

It’s my world so let me demonstrate...

All the love this present moment takes...

To lay a waste what they try to dominate...

Leaning against a gate...

Meditate,

And try to emulate...

The image others couldn't create,

out of formless shapes...

My heart aches,

To crime, my life's at stake...

Might be too late,

But yet I still illustrate,

A ****** interstate...

Life flashes before your eyes, and then life leaves empty space...

So, I pick up my pace,

Before my life goes to waste,

But today I Bape, because I can’t face the facts that lie beyond the grave...

Chorus

I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

It zips all the way...

I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

All they do is hate...

I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

When I need an escape...

I Bape, I Bape, I Bape...

Hard to say the words that leave you astray...
The song slapped and had to share it with my Poetry Page. Shoot out to all my music Professor at College Of Southern Nevada
Running to u, perhaps
results in
A heartbreak;
a tear
or
a sigh.
Galloping across pulses
Perchance, is a chase
of the wind.
Even so,
I'll run to u.
Based on ben e king's stand by me. Dedicated to all those who still hope for love and meaningful friendships one day. May you find the person you can always run to.
Russ Heeschen Feb 2021
Rap is a craft and it oughta be,
But my rap is crap;
That’s just the way it comes outa me.

My rhymes and my rhythm are kinda feeble,
When I play a record sideways all I do is break the needle.

You lay a eight on its side and you get a infinity;
that’s how old I was when I lost my virginity.

Took my side piece out for a high class dinner
To show her I’m a winner
But I lost all my street cred when I ordered the sweetbread.

My homies formed a gang
And I tried to join the ranks,
But the only part of “gangsta”
I can handle is the “angst.”

I’d bust a move but my move buster’s rusted,
I’d pop a cap but my aim can’t be trusted.

One more thing to say
Before I depart:
Next time I’ll do a mic drop
Before I start.

Pizza? Out
A follow-up to “Why I Cannot Sing the Blues”
Safrina Kabir Jan 2021
I look around
And see the broken pieces of glass
The failure I have brought.

Tears in my eyes,
Blood in my hand,
Hope drains out of me
So does bleed my heart.
For the failure I have brought.

In the midst of the glass ,
A little soil is left,
Here I want to rest,
Rest for the rest.

Though a little is left,
A little life in me,
A little soil beneath,
All drained out
With the failure I have bought,

I want to rest ,
Rest for the rest of life
Rest for the rest of time.
Failure is inevitable in life . But sometimes innumerable failures and disappointment causes one to lose the last drop of hope. Again giving up is okay sometimes rather than losing everything.
Holding my breath so I can take control.
Feelings unrest, I can’t seem to grow.
Problems unsolved, it’s an overload.
Losing my mind right before I explode.

I said I’m foretold to be the truth.
Swear an oath, but it didn’t bare any roots.
At any given moment one could lose his youth. Don’t know who he is cause he wears another mans boots.  
Walking irritations, bearing all the earnings of their fruits.
Limits are escalating and I’m tarring down the roof.
A Course to deviation, unable to see any other routes .
  Blind to temptations.
The struggle fits me like a  suit.

Holding my breath so I can take control.
Feelings unrest, I can’t seem to grow.
Problems unsolved, it’s an overload.
Losing my mind right before I explode.

Time is deteriorating, everyday life of a destitute.  
 Waters are evaporating and I’m thirsty for whatever’s absolute.
Problems eternally materializing, full of sorrow and solitude.
Emptiness continuously multiplying, like a disease it pollutes.
Visions are tremendously horrifying, wishing to **** the sound and become a mute.
The story’s are ultimately glorifying, ghoulish torment and Chaos to distribute.
Nothing but hesitation.
Loneliness overtaking, going through all these hoops.
Screams are instantly mesmerizing, the ending is what They Pursue.

Holding my breath so I can take control.
Feelings unrest, I can’t seem to grow.
Problems unsolved, it’s an overload.
Losing my mind right before I explode.
Bobbo Doggo Nov 2020
I see a frog

I do a stop

I bork at frog

It do a hop

It jump in air

Then do a plop

Now I am hap

A froggo hop
Froggo!
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
hop, hop
two pigeons
exited the terminal
hopping up the stairs
step by step
we watch
from the escalators
as they make their way
to the downtown
without ruffling a feather
mint Apr 2020
Floating forward on empty feet
Music clinging to every second that passes my ears
Im overwhelmed by the quiet vastness the world has become
Green spilling over pale balconies
Flowers take their place without remorse
Sturdy white buildings with their usual red caps filled to the brim with life
They feign stillness secretly teeming with love, with hate, with anger,  enjoyment of life, with overwhelming loneliness, with boisterous laughter, with shared meals and smiles and tears
It’s alive, every person a vein, i can feel these buildings breathe as i walk by, feel it’s pulse, every beat resounding deep in my skull
An irrefutable reminder
as my skin crawls from solitude, we are alive, we are alive
quarantine feels
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