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Cyclone Dec 2019
The eyes will open as the mind grows, blows that led to me, being more than just an intellect, **** what they said to me, following lessons had my mind stressing, newborns ahead of me, which ain't right, must continue flight, or height won't be fed to me, house arrest has soon lead to me, being wise through these times, watching fakes and snakes be crumbled to pieces all for their crimes, made it much less of a barrier of lies that I had to climb, now I face the truth, my future ain't blind, recognize it's time, to come step it up a notch I won't stop till I reach the top, don't care if you bring the feds or the president, phonies flop, continue my learning, burning refuses to hit the scene, I'm focusing on the truth in this world get what I mean.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I had the choice to rock the show or either go home, I chose to give 2 cents and speak sense through this microphone, I saw the crowd and thought my mindset was just on it's own, but by the silence of the crowd I knew I'm not alone, I'm just a baby on this world I'm looking pacified, how can I say that I had quit and I ain't never tried, to find the talents I possess and know my other side, reminisce reflections of depression and be satisfied, I'm just a person who's been worsened and became a burden, who knows if I had gave an effort I would still be learning, about the passion that's inside of me that's steady burning, but naw I'm lazy as **** that's why heart is yearning, I'm turning cold to things around me now I'm cold blooded, steady just copy the world so when it floods I'm flooded, if you would toss the pain to me, I'd probably say I love it, it's just a matter of time before I'm dreaming of it, we all got talents that we don't know that helps our health, if you'd just open your eyes and focus on yourself, you'd probably think of it greater than fame and all the wealth, now what I'm saying to you, I should tell myself.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Seems like 18 to 25 is 3 years, and 25 to 39 is 9 years, through this gap, I studied books and cried tears, seems like it's hard to get stable when you fight fears, examine yours and feel how it all appears, while you age and focus on your career, it's hard to cope and face facts through your fine years, cause it seems like yours are as similar as my years.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Get a taste of the system, and you know how it hits em, everything that was glistening goes away, and turns missing, suffer not when you listening, suffer hard when you *******, see no sense in you dissing, cause it's hell that you fixing, everything that I'm listing, is for real and not fiction, hear my words cause it's diction, hitting fast like a piston, ain't no *** that I'm kissing, no extortion I'm wishing, got no love for the system, cause it takes and then tricks em.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I got no time for them, they got no time for me, debating this life I'm facing this matrix making me, go blind fore my eyes close, opposing these closing doors, don't know where they lead me to, so the mission is living for, the one that is giving more, **** the ones that be dealing more, at the end of the day you paper chase for more so they feeling sore, aftermath is they killing for, what's really not theirs, so my solution is stay inside, besides they don't care, about the human that bears sight to crimes they committing, so I ain't no peacemaker, most are fakers trust they not fixing this living, only is mixing the peeling caps with they traps, so I freak whenever they come close cause facts would collapse, so I react and go back and tap this pen to the paper, cause this experience is nearing this felonious caper that vapors MY MIND, ONE MORE TIME, say it AGAIN, I WON'T be TRACED by these evil SNAKES and TAKE what they SEND.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Scolding the emboldened votes polling, the golden child, just was rolling wild, while proud, look through the files seen his crooked smile, we shall, embrace the smiling face with styles of taste, all through the city it's a pity that we only chase, for base, and so the youth will think the flukes the truth, in booths abuse the juice to boost our proof to groups of scoops, I'm loose, in the projects shooting loops of hoops, then scampered, below the bleachers, cause I'm just camper, poorly pampered, who wants to tamper with the poor bystander social class, we're seen as mediocre jokers, gropers finish last, I gasp, and tried to grasp what was hard to grab, the golden child with his confidence not lost to jabs, it's sad, to watch a little person go for his, while all his peers lost they years, selfish delves in rear, and though we're here, now we're history, misery, while his jittery, glitters the, LIBERTY.
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.
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