#notorious
Proper with sight seen
Making the noise of privilege
If not the cares of reprimand
Long to the land, we know callousness, like a religion
No epitome, no illustriousness
In the again of since and a charity
Of veracity complete, to a sincere guess
The reigning hello, of decision of life, in its variety
So made, so accused
A marriage of such and conclusions much...
To due, the courage to acquire the boding, of enthusiasm
Still to worldly eyes, is a relationship with vice the only cause?
The only cause to develop a change of merit, into the living
Taste and testimony, always were...
The taken and made, hour of hope come from a running
Stead and foresworn need, the role of vision is for...
A head above the water, of mutual suicide
Silence of heaven, with a realization of couth
Could in the shared eyes of composure, to these even wryed
Is a levity in cares, that rise above the uncertainty of carnal who'd?
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 1:02 AM UTC
Altamont was
her ravine
but her
rock leave
rift if
timber drove
her away
but stove
verse finally
where she's
mine but
her arm
wore circ
when carpool
get through
this frothy
hollow again
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
...and the birds grew wild
when they saw my wings
flapping in the sky
they started to sing
broken wings, now repaired
gliding the sky for all to see
eagle, I hope you prepared
for the most awaited battle yet to be
new as ever I have my wings
polished and shiny
i also wear a ring
you be careful as, I come with a bang
to make you pay, with my gang
...for every twig you stole
...stacked it near my favorite pole
...for every notorious song you sang
...your neck soon, i will hang!
©sim
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
Who am I
but what I am?
Not quite just
a simple inquiry.
So please reply
distinctly specific
while abandoning logic
Yet please most
definitely clearly.
When am I
but where I am?
A notorious
questioning query.
Quietly sneering,
laughing, awaiting
the one obvious
reasonable answer.
Why am I?
Put surely, not simply.
Only to be?
A rhyming riddle
playing a crescendo
cadence of rebellious
Rock 'n Jazz
and Reggae rhythms?
Yes and still no
but much, doubtlessly,
even much more.
A man is to live!
Truly, inescapably,
always, yet certainly,
only nothing
but far beyond
day to day.
-R.
(06)
-TX
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
So I wrote a Notorious word to the Crook King
of Brooklyn who wrote the street book
Based on how the street he took
with feet quite fleet.
You know his spirit i did meet,
first last year on bicycle day
A tab of acid found its way
on my tongue it lay,
in the bathroom mirror I was prone to say,
"Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls" and my heart did in fear fall,
Thought to myself
"I swear I hear a glock click near my left ear" so I got the hell out of there.
The second time was a bit more fair,
the air of a fellow player, yao slanger,
beat banger, he spat a 16 bar prayer
of how he was an unknowing player
In His plan a silent hand of hope
for all the ****** that are broke.
That the Sky is the limit,
only make moves when your heart's in it,
then you are guaranteed to win it.
Ain't no sin against it,
**** the world don't ask it for ****
that's word to BIG
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Was the change so inevitable?
If this change brought any other change,
then is the other change really worth it?
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
you were everything my parents warned me about.
you were the person only existing in my nightmares,
never in my dreams.
a beautiful mess of motorcycle rides,
tattoos,
leather jackets, and lit cigar.
you screamed trouble
you screamed danger
you screamed bad news.
but i was hooked the second your lips and mine moulded into one.
you were like a drug i couldn't get enough of.
but
the comfort i once found in the warmth of your skin turned to flames i couldn't put out
and i was hurt.
i should have known.
after all, if you play fire with fire
you are bound to get burned.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
I owe my grandma 2 grand, the chronic abusing man
Drinking straight liquid THC if I can
Agent Cryptic the heart stroker
Thought provoker, the ATF sativa smoker uh
I like to praise Jesus in my stanzas
And these cheeks I'm turning em
The modern bard, throw down hard
With the Dialogues in my library, your philosophy is contrary
I'm not a shy Jew, for I am in service to you
When I fall in love, I can only go up
Ask the Lioness, only left cause of stress
She tried to help, then I put the Chuck Bukowski on her
(Why you wanna... choose drugs over me?)
Girl you crazy? The details, hazey
No time for manipulative ****
Mess with me I'll toss you in the Tartarus pit
My emcee act it's, hella bombastic
These lyrics I spit make your soul ecstatic
So if you wanna know how I flow, these Phi seeds I sow
With the bass low, making your speakers blow
Then let me get down
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC