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Cyclone Jan 2020
The mystical dreaming, caught the free human being in his feelings, the individual's visuals look despicable, but he's prolifically out of misery, hypocrisy- daring to be the charging that's starting no sympathy, can he breathe in the killing spree, that wreaks in the city, plus some claims not witty cause they're truly begging for pity, the struggle fight will get ******, but how you see only shows that, ain't no trapping up in this mapping, you snapping on Kodak, taking notice to throwbacks, meditation on stations, that's for the nations that was facing proclamation from faking, make the game get mistaken for it's debating to odes, now the foes will get exposed and you will explode.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Continue shivers, one who delivers slivers of slugs, I don't consider, the critters were getting bitter through drugs, a vivid picture gets bigger when all its prisoners get hugs, we shrug as sinners, bugs will return the splinters we plugged, were you ascended?, defended by a defendant, descended, though your offensive, was proven expensive how it's extensive, so my defensive was senseless, defenseless measures through senses, so do I bug a **** that treasures slug offences?
Cyclone Jan 2020
Geronimo!; falls my domino, cries my fate, portions of my misfortune, snake eyes relate, hate to ******* place, though this sensation was precipitation, maybe I must blame altercations with participation, young and dumb hums a sum into negative light, is the positive a lot to give a plotting to life?, I must fight, claiming sight to regain sense of sanity, this game plays the same but a flame is profanity.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I have the choice to love or hate, so even if my love would be his hate I cannot take, the breath out of somebody cause that shows I hate the man!, we chose our different paths but we still brothers understand?, together we both stand in front of the higher power, saints and cowards, in these hours shriek with fear, what that shows in all of us is that we're still not switching gears, don't shed your tears towards the one that saves us all from pain and sin, that's just the mindset we all keep and what cold cage our heart is in, so no one wins, we're the same, although some names be saved for life, all of us fall short of his message, so no one lived life right, we choose to fight still, cause we all feel we're justified, thank Jesus CHRIST for the fact that he was crucified, choose the right path and never clash just over differences, cause he can name the many times when you did wrong through random instances.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Guilty goons get gutted with a passion can you taste the glory, so fear the war that we declared as I end this story, what you had for me, was genocide all in the streets, so **** the call for peace, I preach as the sins won't cease, now we unleash at peak strength don't depend on sheets, to cover wrongs that you did be prepared for heat, and don't you beat your meat, pleasures' not the wiser feat, fulfilling prophecy your corpse will be your only treat, pray for forgiveness, I witness my sins sacrificed, Lord Jesus CHRIST has killed the demons greedy appetite, now will I let you live, hell naw!, you had me clinching tight, function off the urge of instinct, I think I still will fight.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Hard times that make me holla, steady working blue collar, my dreams of being a scholar, trying to stack an extra dollar, was a dream I truly sought, after lectures from my father, told me "If there's no career in mind, why the hell you even bother, to live with that ****** impala, ain't no such thing as a balla, politician is the man you follow, or your *** is gone tomorrow!", trying end the pain and sorrow, I wanted to make the change, had a baby on the way, had rent I had to pay, if not, I would still see the rain, but see the rules are all rearranged, don't need professor to figure this out, you must have strong ties, be slick in telling lies, and of course be rich like a ***** no doubt, I swear these rules make me just wanna shout, being like Pelosi can never be real, just living a fantasy, together pops and me, were hung in the clouds, but we both got the deal, may not have wealth, but I swore that I will, care for my family, even if I must borrow, so I can still go to school, I'm not as lazy as a fool, who knows what I can still be tomorrow.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Heavenly FATHER,

Watch me through each step I take before I break myself in two, living through these years I know without you I can't make it through, every task you give me I know tests me on the faith I have, must keep my head up well maintained, I pray that may you bless my dad and all we have, although it's a vanity towards man made things, the cars we drive, video games, all the fame and diamond rings, they clip my strings but it's our ability to just say "no", let those cheap things burn in flames while I know where my spirit goes, bless my foes, although they may hate me, love them just as much, truth is they envy my strong bond cause I can always keep in touch with you- it's such an easy way to conquer over everything, I pray that may you touch my soul and heal my injured broken wings, so I can sing in the place that you made for us free of stress, bless these words I pray to you before I lay down to get rest.
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