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Cyclone Dec 2019
A man's plans ******, he scrams as he scribbles, his autobiography automatically, obviously, he knows he's lost, the loss from a curse, even worse this was ever since his birth, momma never seen it, daddy never knew it, plus I'm adding to it.. I should stop should I?, I'll just illustrate it further, I was authorized to do so, no ***** work, it's as clean as it comes, you know it's real as you come and go, the deadliest flow, for the one's that deny.. they wanna know how, well I'll let you know why-we traded places going to the lowest of the low, you know, below these hoes we will be sold, behold free gold is fake, qualities they take make it look as if it's squeaky clean till the freaks come out as green in the night, the light of day coming right away, you will die today, can you hang?, you won't come close, being sneakier than most, specimens of this regime work as if they're down to earth, but they're alien to me, I came to find, they're not one of my kind, just the powers that can be that could see me as blind, have a good time but mind me, as being sober, fit to pass this test as I look over my shoulder, I can't keep it low-key, this ignition gotta know me, I'm the definition of high drive in those streets.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I love this ever changing relation we have, through good and bad, we were better off seeing ourselves exposed, as true lovers, we're more than just friends, but why we always have to shed tears over this, we gon be alright!, but only if the same rules apply see I don't know why you wanna do you, when it's easier to follow me, and get the same results and some, it's a handsome offer isn't it, making promises, I promise you, I honestly broke them before, I guess it's fun cause see we always come back for more, the decency we only recently would hope bloom and get us in the same bed, the same sheets, the same room, I hope the words come out, and hopefully the word transforms into something that was bigger than the power of the tounge, word up!, I can see it!.. words can't even explain what I see for us, mysterious but fearless, curious, I wanna know, why my heartbeat remains slow, maybe I know or don't care, cause I know it will go there, but know it was still-easier said than done, I've done time, so in time, I know it will show itself, and be a healthy thing to move towards for our health, we need to help each other get there, don't you know we need to be there?
Cyclone Dec 2019
All about the money, it's funny how I get with it but fitted in a demographic never having two cents, of a conscious nerve, so nothing's a threat, bet on me to bet, I've not lost yet, but other things come so you know how it go, my pride comes high so the pockets on my side goes low, and oh, an arm and a leg, is not that vital when you feel safe to beg, well every scrap counts, so I guess I made it work, how far can I go not knowing when I'm hurt, never alert, it hurts to say, but I gotta make it anyway, you feel me?, I made a name, as a survivor, I'm higher, I think that you can't even try, but my skill as a wanted guy, was something I would have to quantify, cause my quality of using numbers, was worth, less than a dollar and a dream being rich so I better stay humble cause I'm cocky as a *****, which, can discontinue this conversation, I'm all up in my feelings but appealing to a nation, that did me some respect, not using my face to represent what I chase.. I'm someone they would love to disgrace.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A genius in my pen game, I'm illustrating how I'm at a lost of words, my mind drew a blank!, pulling words out the air that was lighter than a feather and brought you and me together, I'm just bound to have these butterflies forever, supposed to be dense and packed, but I work with what I got, it's made from scratch, I had a little mustard seed moving mountains like it's nothing, I respect manhood but it's always up to something just a wild *** new beginning that was in the works, soon hatched an idea and new potential had its birth, disciplined it just to represent its will, soon bringing to life what was threatened to be killed.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I used to think we don't evolve, because it's funny how repeating history is still a mystery to solve, I was runner up.. behind death itself, I hope I never get assassinated proving the rule that life can't be stopped, it trains well so it knows how to be on top, just a hard *** ******* too... I'm living in fear, my peers never saw it clear as I do, let your third eye see tunnel vision, you would need supervision from a therapist, you heard of this and it scared you deeply, that's the mission I was on, you could be a victim easily!, don't criticize me, exit or be exiled, in the wild if you try me, I know it's coming out of pocket, If I see it then I saw it already because I watched!.. the signs leading up to it to happen again, I'm self aware if I didn't care this would never end, or improve, I don't want you to choose, I'm a grown man baby!, with something to lose, it's nothing to hold, but something to somewhat control, taking a toll, on why things are sold but never can or mostly be told out of my mouth, if you know just what I'm talking bout, figure the rest out!
Cyclone Dec 2019
My brethren in this courtyard that's charged in this program that claims it can call you out your name, of course, most resist, we coexist, with different sentences from different judges, with different grudges and different cells, his is limited, mine is well thought out, in this world where we never knew better to do better, you read my letter from here!.. it's clear you're far in a different state but let it register to your consciousness, I used to be where you at!!, I wanted you to give closure that things would rapidly improve, instead I'm always on the move!, in circles!, to think outside the box is hopping hurtles, instead I need a get out of jail for free card rather than an "I wish you well", I'm ready to tell!, these retards can be hard, in regards to my peace I piece out this piece of the puzzle that never fit in my mind, it's time to see this stuff traumatized our mankind.. we may be blind but when you open your eyes in such a narrow space, it replaced your own mind with an attitude destined to fail, take advantage of the commissary given just to give a bitter taste of the mundane previous life you was living in an attempt to have this not look fully arbitrary.. and contrary to our own mental prisons, I saw this as a ****** way you could feel forgiven..they say hard work pays off, for your homeostasis your brain must never take days off, with overtime I was showing I was superhuman, with ambition to get flowing to get out the ruins.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm not about to enter in something I can't handle, but at least I can form my creases of sulci to make these rifts- of multi problems understandable, and hand the credit to the most high, most never know why, personal preferences I respect and make a reference to, you are responsible, respect the man, see the promised land promises honestly, the basics to be basically well equipped to hold your own- no emotional dependencies baby just got me stripped in the rawest form possible, probable I'm unstoppable, ready to be installed in the next unsolved mystery obstacle, Imma topple em all, it's the closest I can come to being focused to reaching my magnum opus, polar opposites withdraw from facing withdrawal symptoms, with systematic mess from facing stress, and being separated from knowing their best form of escape, the struggle is real, cause you know you were fake, the soul you can take, from a man that is constantly blind to his mistakes, I pray he awakes.
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