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Cyclone Dec 2019
Another day has passed, at last, my *** is not flat in grass, my paranoia I congratulate through every task, cause I might pass through this life fast and get decapitated, knowing these evil minds, they probably appreciate it, so thank GOD I make it, day by day for my family, but in my siblings own wide eyes they not standing me, what do they plan for me?, I don't know, I rarely see em, they still attending school, honestly I wish to be em, cause there's no freedom for this young man's creativity, getting shot down as we clock down through this misery, this **** is killing me, what's next in this world for us?, abandoned billion dollar businesses turned into dust?, they had my trust, but now it's point-blank on this path from here, my generation won't accomplish **** in future years, but I'm not shedding tears, live through time and find the mind, hold my head and get my bread and I will be just fine.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The biggest critics of this world are the biggest hypocrites.

Assume your position was given only just to lead me, judge off my faults and gain my interest you intrigue me, not just your motto, I'm shouting bravo yeah I like your whole stand, but if you can't correct him don't expect him to be a fan, cause they will hate you, make you witness the worse, is it a curse, no they just reacted first, guess it hurts, when you like to blurt, which ever way you work, better flirt with thoughts to convert, before they go berserk on this earth, and turn to dirt.
Cyclone Dec 2019
My mental state stability and ability gives me the chance to grow, count my blessings in this ghetto reality show, ain't like before where my savings had small amounts, call my card and just had change in both my accounts, I got the bounce from the wise man right on the streets, "If you want peace, settle and never unleash, and when you teach watch you reach across different backgrounds, never think something is lost just cause it's not found, it's all around up and down and it's evident, the more the world gets faster, it's gets more prevalent, so keep yo head in it, diligence murders pestilence, hope you getting it hearing it but I can tell your x-ing it, so keep your negligence you fouling child in mind, I got no time for the ones that live life blind".
Cyclone Dec 2019
With a status that's flossed you thought that you can't be caught in a box where man is distraught, when shocked you noticed you sought a vision distant in rocks, heart stops and no one can patch a man who's soul is dispatched, to a place where he is attached, in a life where he can't relapse, the facts are clear and now seen, that you was the target from beams, that killed your spirit and dreams, and made you weak in esteem, it seems that man is a puppet, controlled by plagues in a bucket, made from the ones who said **** it, you noticed you was just ducking the ******* vortex that swells with innocent minds in the wells, so with this sight you can tell, that you were never taught well.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Condense into a dense comment with common sense, when we hit the fence, we tense and **** suspense, praise will dispense a prince into a king, immense power will nourish and flourish you in the spring, ding the bell will ring and bring you cross the layers, haters turn to strayers and smiles will hit the players, prayers do their part outsmarting the sparse darts, strength will push the carts that start to strain the heart, narks will turn to sparks and follow the sorrow shame, then you pop your collar cash dollars in street fame.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A Street Dreamer;
Delivered a fantasy of hoping to plan to see, the canopy with vanity not framing his family, he went from a street dreamer to Street Stalker, thinking farther, it came to bother his sights of stars and water's, hoping to get smarter, to be a starter, he had hit the ground harder and now had starved cause harshest, dreams come to impoverish a marvelous father's tolerance, regardless we tend to harvest to be a con to tarnish, one's essence of gaining presence into a theme, so he searches for better and in the streets he dreams.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Beauty's bluebonnets, he rapped the sonnet like he saw it so finally draw it, call it symbolic cause it's thawing and dawning and shining, her heart like diamonds, so we're lining and grinding our finding, I call this binding, say I'm lying, you drying your timing, it leaves you whining and case blinding in tears, our fears, are painted here from our peers that geared us cleared, what the heck is seared when appears a tear to truth, it's the pain that contains and veins our youth, can't deny cause in eyes there lies a truce, fine with our current standings, so can it, it's you, when we advance, it's a chance to win this thing large, instead of narrow minded thinking that weakens our part, in being men we're created to be, we carve, a vivid picture of our hearts that bleed, we starve, for a component that emboldens our potence that's charge, of our surroundings, that is doubting and downing us far.
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