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Cyclone Jan 2020
The hidden files, picture perfect places with pressure and pain, swept right under souls, it's Satan, isn't it strange?, but can't complain, cope with the cold facts and cats, beaten brutally, ******* with guns, knives and bats, can't take that back, government trapping us telling lies, death they only wishing, we die, **** our despise- towards the leader, cleavers, cutting our craniums, corpses lie, hidden files ******* our future free birds can't fly, try to touch the sky, hoping we all make it to heaven, only good ones go, the grudge won't make it to see the seven, bowls of fury, God's wrath is truly purely, and surely to make the demons die, slow, but slick and surely, the pains can no more lure me, to immediate crimes and danger, I put my faith in that cause with the Lord, I'm not a stranger.
Jan 2020 · 39
Open Your Eyes (6/19/16)
Cyclone Jan 2020
Open your eyes ain't no surprise see they hate us, after many killings I knew that their mission was to break us, bombard and take us- to a place that's only known as a hateful world, see disrespect to women, little children- our boys and girls, **** makes me just wanna hurl, but what can I do?, our Bible says this will continue, no menu, so this is true, wearing black, they after you, so please isolate yourself, you never know when somebody is a threat to your health, you use your brain and your stealth- to annihilate perpetrators, the wisdom you got will be a weapon against all them haters, I'll catch you later, don't be afraid or otherwise, you'll be ignorant as people who refused to open their eyes, realize we're in a war zone on this troubled land yo, don't forget about what you seen in Paris or Orlando, be street commando, and take a stand bro, hold on be strong, I'd love to say it's under control, **** but then I'd be wrong, I rap this song to be heard by all the nations, not just for Americans, but Russians, Jews and Haitians, make no frustration, instead be patient and pray for the best, I'd love to see you all in peace without the pain or the stress.
Cyclone Jan 2020
The strangest **** hits me, the feds out to get me, the government is aiming at me blasting but they missed me, cause the LORD is steady with me, pray for ones with lost souls, may be bold, saving the ones from falling right down the hole, their souls is sold, creeping and seeking ones who got power, on this world hundreds and thousands joining at every hour, times get sour, as I still question paths of Earthly brothers, guys who strap bombs to they chest, confess they ain't your brother!, you wanna come send a message to us and scare us all, why must you sacrifice others?, cause you like see to them fall, and us fall!, thought your belief was built on unity peace, people still getting murdered, places destroyed right in these streets, ain't no peace, evil is unleashed at dangerous levels, we are just destined to **** ourselves thanks to the devil, copy off actions from the past and praise sacred rebels, lost souls are getting squashed as we watch us blow to pebbles.
Cyclone Jan 2020
The horror core was made to store the poor; in memoirs I mourn from sorting scorns of foreign thorns, in my dorm it's never warm cause the norm is storms, of searing locust that will **** your focus notice swarms, provoking ****, so I'm torn- growing horns that force, a different course, no remorse through this game of horse, all my progress won't be forced though I will extort, to build my fort, and abort hoarse sounds from dorks, of different sorts.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Now in this life I lead I said I'm freed, but I was wrong, thinking too long, I cannot feed- them what they need, all of my seeds now look at me, the curtains close, how could I ever say we were free?, it's plain to see- I was just trapped all in my vision, in this life I'm living lies and false ties were given, so now we're driven to the reality- that we're slaves!, working for the one in the underworld to this day, I kneel to pray, I see we're here now and trapped all inside of this, no matter what we do- our pride must not rise in this, everyone does an equal share, so we all try in this, topple on top of demons scheming, we will be wise in this, open our eyes to this- positive thoughts will soon build up, trust me, the more we're making mends- then we'll soon live up- to become qualified, whole and wise for the promised land, there in an instant, what a different distance it took to stand FREE!
Jan 2020 · 36
8:16 P.M. Misery (8/6/16)
Cyclone Jan 2020
Bullets to my chest truly hurts, felt my heart burst!, guess the things we say and do are cursed, plus it gets worst, all we think is that we should go first, what a careless ****!, money then corruption builds from work that we do on Earth, babies taught from birth get their minds blown, plus they they own- adults cause they took over the world, they're just as cold as stone, I'm alone guessing what I gotta do on from here, If I fear, people will just tear me up and shed no tears, to my peers, this must be the realest **** I ever wrote, cause now I'm broke!, breathing deadly fumes thinking of this note- and if I choke-suffocate this letter too cause now my folk- listen to the ones that worship demons and think this a joke!
Jan 2020 · 39
One Step At a Time
Cyclone Jan 2020
Gaining faith takes one step at a time, I'm still learning, and washing out my wicked past, ask my heart, it's yearning for love, compassion and trust, lying puts one under the bus, I look at us, and put my head down thinking disgust, I wanna fuss!, but this is how I've chosen to live, even if I give, it still won't mean I'm destined to live- forever, get better and watch myself be open to light, please Jesus CHRIST, come put some hope right back in my life, I wanna live right, so I know this will take devotion and time, I end my crimes, let's do this right one step at a time!
Jan 2020 · 35
Fly
Cyclone Jan 2020
Fly
As rough as the conditions may be, I still spread my wings and fly, for this place is like a war zone where you find no peace, hearts of the weak are the one's that cry "Why?!", I tend to question their well being and sigh, I guess the hope these days is lost, they'd rather mess up the next generation, cut so deep with *******, focused on who has to pay the cost, well, I know one thing, the LORD is the boss, he heals my wings so I can raise up and fly, I wish for no more situations where I'm hopeless in this world, so as I fly I reply "GOODBYE!"
Jan 2020 · 37
Contagious Song
Cyclone Jan 2020
The contagious song of the holy spirit blocks demons cause they fear near it, I hear it so I cry tears it is- beautiful I just cheer it- is vague how they just do it but listen then come run to it, it's clear how it just proves it you got it!, now come on, move it!, let's groove, there is no limit, some duck down cause they stay timid, I'm grinning as I still finish, the spirit rings the bell winning.
Jan 2020 · 50
Picture Me Golden
Cyclone Jan 2020
Picture me golden, wings are unfolding and bolding to sight, GOD bless the spirit, blessed to be near it but fear it with fright, you see me, changed!, and rearranged, the beauty you see, is GOD's creation no limitations, patience lurks over thee, the spirit's pride, can be despised by one's filled with fire, bullets from guns weighing in tons won't fit their desire, they wish to- **** and make a thrill but breath can't be stolen, rest in GOD's hands under his plans, just picture me golden!
Jan 2020 · 68
Nothing Left to Lose
Cyclone Jan 2020
My Intelligence is questioned, I guess the route I chosen out in life had others guessing, about the common sense that I possess in my possessions, with nothing left to lose I must confess to rest the stressing, so now I'm learning lessons stressing what I gotta do to make this right, the decisions I make- beyond this point affects my life, If I wanna be happy I must excel on to the light, this Early Life Crisis increases will to learn and fight!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Hectic Injections affecting sections, had killed the past affection I had for them past elections, I'm now expecting secrets that sever our suffering system, if you see the good in these demons why don't you list em?, you're just another victim pressured by power and now the pain plays pure, victims keep falling to flocking felons, can't catch em there is no cure, for how long must we fight this?, this Early Life Crisis won't be secure?!, prepared for battle we go to war, fore we mature, stressing while fetching bases, catching cases was our demise, and now we blow into a million seeds before your eyes, it was no mercy towards the good and young nobody cries, just viewed as menaces to society, the future dies!
Jan 2020 · 36
Highlights, Times Right?
Cyclone Jan 2020
We love to highlight life, thinking twice, every slice, just invites more sights, and it does, but our blood makes us flood with no love, can we sub these newer memories for better reasons?, I caught myself just dreaming, gleaming from a wetter season, I'm a stressor trained professor not a tough man, who endeavors to be clever in these rough sands, a flushed plan screaming lush to the gush that was ever such, through CHRIST in his body I trust I will never rush, to thinking plush if disguised vice finds rights, to label me as disabled through my highlights.
Jan 2020 · 37
Mind Power, Body Control
Cyclone Jan 2020
What I have in my mind is telekinesis, power to move Messiah Jesus into my mind, and now he teaches while his word reaches, beyond the deepest, steepest where all the bleakest leeches here to the morning I was groaning from feeling all alone and, the foaming, got out of control you saw me roaming and stoning blew up the scene, it's like the wrong me was cloning consecutively, but see my art form was in the hearts dorm catch it in specks till it be where my mind limits it, no one's stealing it, the feeling is the exercising what your prizing, you must be inside where the compromising steady rising, cause then it feels good to get rid of the evils possessed, and then your like me where your life be committed to test the other strengths you have, outlook is now something you bet will only be the best, till the last breath where your sins are confessed.
Jan 2020 · 24
Love Myself?
Cyclone Jan 2020
You don't love yourself completely.
To love yourself completely one must have the ability to know their self completely. GOD knows you completely, so he loves you more than you love yourself. Keep that in mind.

Now watch me hurt myself with bruises, cuts, scars and blows, I never put myself in peace cause I felt that's how it goes, welcome the outcast, harass and trash and blast me, you know, it seems I hate myself and reject the health that helps me I woe, cause I just calls em foes, I pose no love to me cause I notice, can I just really find my deepest characteristics, ballistic, it seems I'm hopeless, I focus on quoted lies, that's why I despise the truest fact that hits me, I'll never just love myself completely.
Cyclone Jan 2020
If I was the last one here, I would let all fears, wash away and never be found, cause this my life now, talking to myself through my lessons, bragging and straight flexing, all possessions buried and resting, stressing my life confession to the LORD, I'm guilty of sin but now my heart is in peace, I can forever unleash bleak physique and then reach my peak, ready to teach my weak mind cause it seeks the meek, ready to meet the street where I will treat my leaks. FOREVER
Jan 2020 · 32
Smooth Mr.Do Right
Cyclone Jan 2020
Some they love the crystallizing, me I love the emphasizing to better my efforts of writing letters that tell my ventures, that's why sometimes I may stumble, cause I'm trying to be humble, and fumble when only I sense wrong because I seek the righteous gestures, them wild adventures will always be the aftermath from tasks where the loopholes would form and I would just say oh man, but always jump back to my feet cause I got some words to speak, this heat won't be the one to beat my feats because I got physique, so when you wreak I remain neat, because I tried to seek a way where no one can defeat my sermons that I tried to teach, years and years of perfecting now sees exception no xing my whole conception, not letting my faults show up to preach.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Funny how the simplest concept can be the one hardest handled by people, you, me, him, all we equal, faith is important, having none is lethal, it's a true thing, passion burning right in a blue flame, it's the suggestions the enemy will try to clang on your mind, hear Creflo Dollar say that one more time, fears and tears are nothing but an evil lie, how can you, see the words that brings you out the truth, when you just brought down by a burning roof, it's my conception, that the devil will make suggestions, organize my eyes perception, so I can find my way, out this roughness that brings a darker day, see me stand with vivid plans and hear me say, for today no suggestions testing why I feel this way.
Jan 2020 · 115
Come and Go
Cyclone Jan 2020
My friends keep coming and going, I take it regular, solitary sadness and madness won't heat my temperature, one's who next to you, hold interest in different things so don't you chase em, befriend the crowd of believers and then replace em, we all don't know our own fate so don't you race em, keep it mandatory, that you will always be explanatory, your amongst the wise that opened eyes and ran to glory in the deep, so you got protection when you go to sleep, them demons screaming you don't hear a peep, no toss and turning, you learning while earning peace all up in your sheets, the gift of life is the greatest feat, so when they come and go, just turn your cheek on them just like before, the life of struggles what they settled for, so while you getting more, they'll know that faith was the way to soar.
Jan 2020 · 52
Christ's Position
Cyclone Jan 2020
Head down, eyes closed, now try to take hold of foes opposing what you know, now feel the cold blows go through your legs and arms, if scripture was the deed of you, they will be alarmed, once you are harmed, watch the tears cry from all the nations, it was the hatred that you tasting through this congregation, and now the spacing be a few days before you rise again, caught up in the wind, promising return when it is the end from the pain and sin, was this just a message from within, no this Christ position, that I was listing and now you vision purified and true defined instant, after you had been crucified on Earth finished to a new beginning.
Cyclone Jan 2020
It's far to seal, must my hands have to scar and ****, to spark the pill, who's elements make this pestilence deal, with what is real, dealt with surreal, but I can feel, my hearts not healed, what's soon revealed is that this is steel, that I tried to peel, my bones get broke from the turning wheel, that churns the meal, that's made for minds that knew the real, problem in this drill, that ******* us tight now we are still, handed the bill, now in debt for life, we never chill.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I paint a picture of superior sequencing, mission is the chronological order of us finishing this lifestyle- they give to me and you, but will we all get through, the selective service of the book of life dissed me and missed you, start running for the tissue, it fits you- but not me, but falling to the floor will only judge me as a copy, I write the- poetical, perpetual, textual to destroy the federal, intellectual in my alphabetical, so you know I lecture to let you know where I stand through this concept, my words aren't mine yet, hope I can work my ability cause it's killing me- to not flex my biceps, slice it then dice it to re-sacrifice it, now with this I like it, only to get the strength to revise it, and give a fine deposit.
Jan 2020 · 54
Cause
Cyclone Jan 2020
The air I breathe is a breed, words I read are a seed, I proceed as I lead, fiends that are high on ****, men who plead, make a deed, to intrigue to be freed, what they need is what I heed, caught in greed it was agreed, that they grieve while others leave, hate in eyes is my pet peeve, ask them who they do believe, a blank response, their will achieved.
Jan 2020 · 33
Second Thoughts
Cyclone Jan 2020
Never would I dream of a scene of questioning faith with a second thought, It's probably like when you just rot, caught in the devil's ***, never got the meaning when I hear the free man dream in tongues, but I know his pain, and where all his strain approached him from, stung by the splinter who's sting was only meant to make me fear, but only fear I should have is towards the one that put me here, took all my pedigree, steadily as the years goes by, and once it levels to zero that's when my life goes by, I'm only choosing, abusing initial thoughts I had, so respect the lessons from questions of faith that I would ask, then whoop my *** when pop blast flash the aftermath, I always questioned my faith from all those thoughts I had!
Cyclone Jan 2020
There are specks, on complex texts that's biased, all the clients, knew defiance when it silenced the triumph of a riot, who's the pilot of the crying of violence, we see these human sacrifices that's defying, not righteous, one might just, get the sovereign order once they are speared, it cleared disorder and broke the borders when hoarders feared, the tears that would interfere with searing pain, just so they recognize the flames from the fame of shame.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Escorted myself beyond the belts and now recording in the orbits, forces killed the rigor mortis of a tortoise, portions where I went through weightlessness and now I'm facing this destruction, surely ducking ultraviolet rays erupting, resulting in an alien hare with sights I only will share, and using flares that blast my past to the outcast, at last, enduring the punches that bunches dwarfs into somethings, I finally touched the whole crest that proved the texts, complex, I now will stress, there's many heavens times sevens, beyond the stars, just where you are, take part, implanting dreams, that always seem, to form conspiracy past what is really proved a thing, a stream, that gleams beams, that make you lean, towards clean, invincible visuals brought to faith individuals that will know this world's gist to you's only pitiful, scared to move, past what is making our preachers preach revelations, and got the world only stating that they are faking, they taking, what only is left that rests in bodies with breath, that's how the people turn left past morals kept, now slept, who will accept, what really's true, past blue, skies that mark disguise into the eyes? It's signed, that we must know, what makes us grow, to be for sure, in that book of life where things are so, not broke.
Jan 2020 · 33
Time Paradox
Cyclone Jan 2020
Misfortune brings an ordered pair close to despair, and if it bears things it can't compare, then it must fair, the glare that swears to cause a biting in the dynasty, igniting the plights of lightning, so it's only striking the, sinus of minus that cycles one into a paradox, seemingly contradicting one's visits towards his care for clocks, what a trap that closes most into this hopelessness state, that every dates not it's own tape, playing it's fate, he sought escape through a stopped tape, causing to drop face, a flaw that draws a lot bait, pausing our top shape.
Jan 2020 · 29
Rising Nation (7/5/16)
Cyclone Jan 2020
I don't see a rising group, but I do see a rising nation, comprised of people that have their minds blown, souls torn, I sigh as a still remain patient, do we have room for ignorance and hatred? Of course we do, we all have it inside of us, can imagine such a scene at the end of the world, bodies collapse, as we witness our eyes will bust!, I don't have problems with Muslims, I feel as just, ones who **** in the name of Allah ain't acting right, was never written in their religion to cause all of these killings, surprise!, now them suckas are down to fight!, world of wolves out to get us right past midnight, our LORD'S white sheep being killed by a new crusade, spot a path up ahead for us to go to, watch for the knives, the guns and the hand grenades!, praise GOD I made it out alive and my dues are paid, on to the heaven's to join the celebration, quickly forget the pains that was trapped in my head, erase the sight of the rising nation.
Cyclone Jan 2020
If you think we're loved, you better think again, go travel across this planet, hear the remarks they be saying, and then you'll understand it, why we hated?, Blame the government for ruining our reputation, it's the reason why, many countries will, start to form their speculations, that we're all rude, that we're all spoiled, we **** people, we stay loyal, to the leaders that only came to foil, our GOD given rights, so I stay coiled, living on this soil, it's a true thang, America is the world's biggest gang, that like to talk **** and use that country slang, blame George W Bush for that theory, dang!, the fat lady sang, so it's all over!, just leave me alone in my Range Rover, breaking all the rules till I'm pulled over, put me on the news when I've gone sober, I'd like to say this over, in front of the world, telling all adults and little boys and girls, we're hated cause the government oppressed, all these countries, so we're blamed for stress, fool we ain't the best, look into my eyes, noticed you in your wise disguise, you're responsible for these dark skies and lies, wonder why they hate us, well I meant you guys!!!
Jan 2020 · 35
Friends/Enemies/Frenemy's
Cyclone Jan 2020
Enemies felt like kin of mine, frenemy's are my killers, enemies are who I love so much, their envy's evident, there was no filler, a little knowledge that I pass on, keep your *** on those around you, cause the friends are the crooked ***** that like to see you stuck and always down you, see through the eyes right in that ***, because that filthy *** brings you trouble, see through the eyes of that snitching *****, because that snitching ***** is never humble, always be on guard towards those dumb retards, but be more open to your enemy, why do I sound like this, because I reminisce, how a frenemy was almost the end of me.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Free, little disciple child, ain't seen you in a while, what's this predicament that made you envision exile?, I guess it's world hatred, recognize these signs are sacred, so now our picture's painted, world's most wanted and hated, but hold no hate for them, instead have faith for them, through jewels and gems you trust not, your spot's in the fate you pen, your soul GOD will defend, greed not but plot your needs, don't travel with the breeze, but freeze to seize your pleads to please THE FATHER.
Jan 2020 · 46
In Our Evils, Unrest
Cyclone Jan 2020
I got the feeling my notions open in the oceans, waves are my previous thoughts, they dancing with the devious, freely my sparks are coping the motion just by smoking, call it mischievous if you wish, these words are serious, skewing with other viewings, affluent comes with measures, wealthy don't understand the plans wealth has for man, after the lectures, the lone oppressor search for treasures, reality soon he cans, he stands for high demand, looks with a wicked eye, he cries for more supply, body bags ready, it's holding steady cause he's heavy, tsunami makes me blind, the doom I meet unwinds, weary we both get teary, we buried cause we vary IN OUR EVILS.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Look how my frown thrives, robbing the pureness from my brown eyes, wonder how smiles could soon compile in the down side, I survived!, but hurtful urge will soon defer, direction of my vision that was missing it's perfect purr, and now my sound, was a hissing of spitting rounds, I managed to take cover, saw my brother had hit the ground, a wicked sound, and when I found his frown would thrive, it made me picture prison, no precision in my brown eyes.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Provocative, you sought to stop apocalypse, would you be brave to the crave the days you behaved, dazed like you were crazed?, it's a haze and the wishes are simplistic and somewhat vicious, I was suspicious of giving kisses to evil ambitions, and a victim will taste the symptoms off how I ***** em, hard to stitch em, but you can't fix em, so wish to listen, counter dissing was not my mission, we play for winning, but seemed like thinning was only grinning to **** my feelings, so the dealing was not appealing, it was the ceiling, that was concealing a perfect living.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Technical information through my basis starts its download, intrigues the mind of one who granted to be handed transcripts, **** his mouth closed, I guess he seen just what I mean when I say I'm a vortex, I rot his cortex with my forceps, scorch and warp his poor prep, turn them to corpses from my forces, scoreless cats cannot break me, the nervous system I control through texts, break necks, you can't take me, out of this vaguely known system, wish him back, he can't act, I've grown to big I can't risk that cause facts would track what I stack.
Jan 2020 · 29
The Goods
Cyclone Jan 2020
Ideas of cluttered bunch, avoided buttercups, but what's the difference?, don't you witness both muttered not much, stuck and never spread, the roses hit my head, no more I tread towards the thread, beauty's in my pledge, approached and never dead, I grow and let it show, the seeds proceed their lead, I thank our GOD for glow.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Taking dares forsakes my cares, I caught a share, the corporations are more than making, you learn the taking and the scare, puts it there so vividly, and so greedily, start to studder so instantly, nervous, uttering timidly, I started visiting, sympathy, but the empathy is hidden in misery, pity me, with a simile, winning the embassy was the task of an ambassador, and grasping procrastination would flash this crap in fast formations, with the cast of patience, notice that the cash escaping, so competitions racing, causing nausea sensations, but a share in this will pair me in the rude awakening, depressions' quickly causes fate in an unwanted placement .
Cyclone Jan 2020
Let's call this exercise, my eyes are wise, spies in disguise, hate to party all night, cause lies light the skies, killing my vibe, but would you ride knowing I don't hide?, love to see tides, despise what's replacing strive, but I'm live, see you wide open from my quoting, my words are potion that is stroking your hoping for us to roast the streets, lying close at the beach, my speech brought me some encroachment cause you like how I speak, and so you're weak, I won't defeat WOMEN that beg, cause what they're fed in their head is their eggs is sped, dread in the fertilized cells, well for hell, if the leader is a cheater that's a stealer of bail.
Jan 2020 · 40
Notable Quotable 1
Cyclone Jan 2020
You're scared of the dark?!, I'm scared too. I was scared being dark cause I'm scared of the light. I only like light skins, tough luck for me, cause every ******* look just like me!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Clueless is this Buddhist as to Judas was the truthless, I must study how I do this as delusive as these rules is, how the cruelest get the jewels if they just fool this false improvement?, I'm just stupid, still intruded at the pulpit counting tulips, give my two cents to the nuisance who was toothless, start to put sense in his movements, so he moves as if he groups to be affluent, watch my wishes turn to dishes nice and finished to replenish, all my tenants, leave no remnants, my descendants must begin this.
Jan 2020 · 86
Soldier's Urgency/Sanity
Cyclone Jan 2020
Complacent off how we face it, these military statements played us, succeed escaping from the plagued arrangements, so we're ranging, with inner phasing and now blazing our conversations, it's all our war stories made to store our faded glory, our purple hearts encircles parts that they were certain parched, behind the curtain soldier's urgency was worse than narks, but yet we stand by full command, governments demand, is the secret that disbands safer world in man.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Am I insane, to claim these blue stains has two frames?, the fact I'm asking brought true pain to loose names, you complain, reduced brain, to truce blame, but the first to boost game, induce fame, but I'm a thinker that proved strains had drew claims, that profane recruits slain to suit shame, survivor's guilt, my crew came with two frames, and the picture had clued sane has blue stains.
Jan 2020 · 87
Breaking Point
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?
Jan 2020 · 56
Domino Effect
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.
Jan 2020 · 35
Love Or Hate
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.
Jan 2020 · 41
Living Fantasies
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.
Jan 2020 · 37
Nighttime Prayer
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.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Were my exit wounds cut too soon?, or was I dreaming, being a free man pass these demons that only made my weekends seeing darkness, boy the starkness- had only brought the hardships now my carcass- is the harshest- image that I had to part quick, now I start this- pretty starship- and head out towards my landing, thus commanding a better standing, so my fears won't be demanding, see me handing an understanding- expansion for this land and so our banding is enhancing an entrance for the trancing individuals that value their visual and living through the exit wound phase that they giving to a criminal, it's seminal know what they feeling too it's peeling through, hearts of men that go through the dealing booth, it's pitiful, but fitting through easily hurting thee now they feeling me, screams for life are weird how they get to me but I'm hearing thee, cries that hurts the eyes from circumcise, they paralyzed and now they die, was it just caused by my, bleak thoughts inside.
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