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Cyclone Dec 2019
I drop a classic when it's drastic to lay down the law, try to be fantastic and elastic, so my words get far, through all the stress that I feel, it's like I cheat myself, try to stay on top, avoid the risk of repeating myself, there's always room for improvement to never stop this movement, you're either cruising or you're losing either way your moving, the motivation is a sensation where your mind is saying, I'll always make it and never fake it in this life I'm facing.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Remember what my elders told me, keep what they sold me, slowly zone out all my closest totally, cause they ignored me, only do what's possible to survive, still can't believe that what the preacher told me was a lie, but hay that's life, I watch the realest hit the grave the earliest, but still no worries if, they put out all the strange and dirtiest, and **** the prettiest, lil thang so we can end this flurry ****, won't have to hurry if we multiply in numbers that are surely gonna bury ****, as for now the blurriest conditions puts me in a mission to get up and give em what I'm spitting, slit that **** you licking, tricking only puts you in the kitchen, sizzling sickened chickens, itching is the aftermath they witness once they get to *******, wishing that affect they had when they drop tunes was big as mine, only made it to this point cause I use heart, soul and the mind, struggles will come hit the man when he puts his self over time, crisis still gets evident and prevalent where it's hard to shine.
Cyclone Dec 2019
This me against the world feeling always seems to hit the ceiling when I feel so stressed out and left out from justice, just put it on my tab so I know you ain't forgot about me, then maybe I'll give you all a rest when I trust this, but **** this, that ain't gon happen now, just live on with your ways, I know I will dominate and rise come the better days, I hope this letter pays you some attention, cause when I asked for it, you just put me in detention, no need to mention things from the past, we all hypocrites, I just hope I'm dead and gone before y'all suckas hearing this, cause I'm not fearing this world, I think it fears me, cause it set me to the side when I just tried to blossom freely, despite this I love y'all really, just recognize a man who's only trying, to live by the rules I need the tools so I can keep flying.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Trying to make the best out of sticky situations, see my concentrations stationed on the new things trying to **** this same rotation, we had relations but our differences are starting to come through, got some new priorities, number one, I'm gonna stay true, so they can't sue, them right wing motherfuckas try to **** your hussle, see you at the top of your peak and then they bring the struggle, on your bubble, ****, now what is this they got me in, really they your enemies but pretend to be like they your friend, but still it's not the end, study what I gotta do, can't look like another statistic, I work for me and you, getting through, hard but can't regard myself to face the basics, for 18 years I've lived that way and came up contemplating, it's vacant space here there ain't no opportunities, ambition just fuels my vision even if there's scrutiny involved, revolve around the true facts and few cats, don't know where it will lead me to but still I'll bring the proof back, that things done got better after this letter comes where you at, so once I get home it's gon be on brother true that.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The ghetto street poet rhymes an analytical anthem, expands the crowd around him all amused, but what they think of it, humorous, playful and ****, they never got the message they all confused, in this increasing accepting society this poet is trapped, not cause he's black but cause he's blessed with the mind, that scraps the cost of being lazy, loudmouthed and crazy, GOD bless his babies cause they won't be fine, the misunderstood few, will always be new, around the people that know not what they do, you tell me after this rhyme, what comes to your mind, because these times are as confused as you.
Cyclone Dec 2019
One's wish to rise can be in eyes tired of demise, they've been told lies and been neglected by the despise, from family ties, it seems that life will have no surprise, for the one that cries, but I tell you life will always be wide for you to rise, I keep my hope that you will gain pride, recognize the skies is the limit so dream big on the prize, neutralize disguise, cause they clip wings on the humans that try, to become wise, never compromise or cry from your eyes cause you will rise.
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.
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