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52 · Jan 2020
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.
52 · Jan 2020
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.
52 · Dec 2019
Quote 2: Connection
Cyclone Dec 2019
Connection: Relate to me to see yourself in me. I wore your shoes. You ran my mile. They were tight on me. It was strenuous on you. Thereafter, in pain and burnt out, it only brought us closer.
52 · Jan 2020
Massacre
Cyclone Jan 2020
Three shots to the head, now my mind feels dead, massacre left me defenseless- so let the truth be fed- they occur across the country and happen by surprise, such a horrific sight to see with my very own eyes- I was first trying to think.. but then realized that many people still do this **** as time still flies, ain't nothing that they can say, and there's nothing they can do to stop these things from occurring to both me and you, always results in 911 seeing the boys in blue, I hope it's a dream!, I hope it's fake!, already knowing it's true, so I lie here, hopelessly, telling myself the perpetrator will be punished- and I'll get help, but nothing can heal the wounds that I prefer, my mind's still crying out, from a massacre!
52 · Dec 2019
Personal Quote
Cyclone Dec 2019
My mental illness is my personality. I've researched it. I've studied it. I am it.
51 · Dec 2019
Hardest Man In Town
Cyclone Dec 2019
In the young man's years, his worst fears was tears, the curse steers our birth, the first thirst we clear, with our cheers, on this Earth, I still search my soul, the value in earning dollars was louder without its hold, what I'm told is this gold was cold, froze in rocks, start to answer when I knock, though my pockets don't stock the glock, clocks tick then they tock, my **** flocks maturity, mental, still no potential, my eyes cries its purity, can you be my security, for this obscurity brewing then gets to chewing my shoes, the clues new in me, moving, I must get grooving for smoothing the tools rules will see, hardest, still not the smartest, the harshest is sparks in jewelry, wishing the court contempts to resent the attempt, proving me guilty, I'm not yet filthy, but tilt me and see my wildebeest.
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.
51 · Dec 2019
Soul Food
Cyclone Dec 2019
Overlooked till it's overcooked now it is overtook, now other books throw hooks that shook me to mother's crooks!, the depriving of my soul food whole!, my old school is cold, my mold turns out of control, let it be told, my flows when it goes to your nose, would just dose the bro's not the hoes that expose me and their clothes, composed rhythms for foes whose toes I can kiss, assist to the bliss of a ***** that can just **** onto my crisp glimpse of these pimps skimping for ****, a trick that is tricked can addict to this slick ****, but is this pic swift?, no it ain't!, I just say I can't taint this rank then spank all this fake frank, that does indeed stank, take a drank of the crank that can tank where I sank then thank spiritual banks from GOD that will lodge his gold rule, in my mind that will define my soul food.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Holiday!, Hallelujah!, what's it to ya?, we could never pop it off if we don't know the time!, being blind to the signs that it's on the other side, we **** you if you switch, a ***** killed a ***** that was turning to a woman, can't carry yourself unless you carry the weight, now carry on..with my income coming in, outcomes' coming-out of my actions, I'm out of this *****!, piece!..my life goes on that's the only thing I know, as long as I'm living, I'm here for sure!, try me!, cause I represent living in a moment you could never imagine, your times up!, it happened!, I got him!, I told him!, I shot him!, was nothing left to say and there was nothing left to do, I'd only be a snitch if I talk some more about him, I showed up at his funeral to simply doubt the facts, saving all the chatter for the ones that felt he mattered, a sellout black, gets no love from me, above I'm free, and he's below 6 feet deep.
51 · Dec 2019
I Travel
Cyclone Dec 2019
Freedom to travel, would let me unravel my pen and Scrabble, urban met suburban and rural had built my castle, grass and cattle fed me the basics, the road was gravel, and public transportation was hub of the city's hassle, suburban surely serving excursions to learn to dabble, how fun it was to witness the gripping, slipping and saddles, thanking GOD for all of my wisdom, prisms, and paddles, surfing, seeing surging and all the ******'s, I TRAVEL!
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.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I keep a wallet sized picture of the big picture.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Case and point, I summarized my b.s., but p.s., I've just begun to see it regress!..I saw my BDNF increase with BF's and mind-body connectivity- thrive in these festivities, out more in the outdoors, it's never enough, I wanna pop out, but never want to lookout, in my own circle with newbies that think they knew me, it's getting old, but yes, I say so truly, you meet you some characters, coming to play they role with their caricature view of you, and ooh, huh, it's so cute, but too cute, I have an acute sense I can't refuse, it's never going away until I go away first move, being second guessed, do I really have a choice?.. maybe I'm lost cause I lost my own voice.. instead it found a new home, but it was stuck out of luck till two to the dome..it fell apart but it never failed, to make an impression on one's that think they fell off...their interest rose, so the business grows, sticking out like a sore thumb, many come to point to it as being a major influence, may be a hater but tune in, I wanna know this story cause it's growing on me, I'm feeling sorry but I listen so calmly, but strongly, this won't be I, nah, I only know cause I don't deny.
50 · Dec 2019
On the Move
Cyclone Dec 2019
The headline is the deadline said where I'm resting my head, I could be left for dead, and so the comfort of my home is just a prison I construct, especially when bills erupt, trying not to be ****** and backstabbed, the backlash can die fast, a healthy risk to take as long as wealth was just at stake, call me real or call me fake, simply all that you may state, I appreciate it really cause I see it all as hate, I'm a witness when I say I know, I got no interest in this business where they gas these hoes, I'm empty handed, I'm running off that fuel that can never have me stranded, just to cap it off, I had to rap a lot, and so I'm on tour, I can't afford to stop, you'll never catch me at the crossroads on the block brotha, it's blockbuster repetition with a point to prove so I stress it to you, blessings come when you be on the move, nothing left to say, nothing left to do, I think I'll make it to that point when there is nothing to pursue.
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.
50 · Dec 2019
The System
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.
50 · Dec 2019
Had To Face The Truth
Cyclone Dec 2019
Speak words of love that influence me, FAVORED WISDOM, with no respect, I take the rep for this, PLAGIARISM, you learned the birds and bees, truth and lies, then LAID THE VISION, and me, I took it easy, just to please me, PLAYED THE MISSION, yes I played it alright, I played a BAD DECISION, poor execution brought rebuking in the DAYS YOU LISTENED, treated a great opportunity with LAZE AND WISHING, so I was DISSING my own ambition to PAINT A PRISON.
50 · Jan 2020
Like Father Like Son
Cyclone Jan 2020
The parents gift to cherish what they bring to life has somewhat perished, so what I'm bearing is a daring towards my inner caring, eliminate sharing through this pairing brings a greater difference, when I held him in my arms I saw a new appearance, not physical state but mental mind his potential declined, is he losing how we shined torrential tears now cries in eyes from circumstantial essentials I can't even handle, my thoughts say dismantle my scandals in my mean parental, though I can't stand to find the man to grow, I still must plan to, be the candle that he needs to lead him to substantial LIFE.
49 · Jan 2020
OCD
Cyclone Jan 2020
OCD
Compulsive, actions impulsive, my behavior had worked in my favor, but catch me later saying prayers, I feel I'm wavered, for every moment I had savored, I'm instituted but substituted, convoluted them others prove it, concerning movement, but through assuming, you catch me glooming but somewhat blooming, but how I'm doing, stare in my eyes and focus on pulses, my heart is pacing and always racing to be compulsive.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Crashing fore I finish, replenishing the fast doom, prematurely in this, so I'm picturing the classrooms, soon you assume my diploma is my birth date, burst into college, yeah that was my first take, you can be my witness and exhibit for artistic steps, when I quit and whine, that could kiss your wish to death, unless I grow and orientate, this floor to my state, poor foundation only proves that there's more that it takes, can't shake my role, soul is vogue that fakes stab, break the tongues sake, forsaking great paths, laugh at the past, imagine how days total, if only I could say TODAY, that they were noble.
49 · Jan 2020
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 Dec 2019
A vocal participant in this so-called slam poetry, my vocal range is flexible enough to push or pull the audience into my little world. My status has considerably grown, a lot of heads turning ever since they unconsciously proved the rule that the "eyes don't lie" to be the truth. Don't falsely accuse me of bringing this to light, though there's still secrets in the dark I wish to expose. Once I bring life to those skeletons in the closet you keep, they'll be able to flesh out your fear of death or maybe the paper skin and glass bones a lot of these negative energy spirits with fake *** fronts came with in attendance to see the life of the party, which is me having this out of body experience. It's many diseases in which I shall diagnose, enough to have you feel sick to your stomach about them after digesting my food for thought. So tell me, who came for supper this evening? There's plenty to go round. I'd be selfish to keep it all to myself, for I shall remain humble with no gluttony.
Cyclone Jan 2020
If love be my rage let my rights be my wrongs..
49 · Dec 2019
The Come Up
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.
49 · Dec 2019
No Friends
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 Jan 2020
The moment I do something right, something wrong happens in the process. So what am I?

I'm just lost in inferior place, disguising compromising, just depriving spiritual taste, I'm face to face with reflection of my section, affection, ain't the thing I'm now inspecting, so I'm helping my exit, in my complexion, I'm electing they control all my dreams, so call me nuisance cause intruding plays us not how it seems, a triple beam weighs the scheme of my conscience tonight, so by low levels, I am proved as wrong, when will I be right?
48 · Jan 2020
No Guarantees
Cyclone Jan 2020
How absurd was asserting the sureness of courtesy, there's no promises, a bond will admonish the certainty, with eternity, curving the serving with burning furnace, I can't deny occurrence cause pureness would be assurance, thinning with endurance won't guarantee you insurance, look at how disparity complicating the clarity, policy will silence thee, compensating you terribly, would you show me courtesy thinking bout what you heard from me?
48 · Jan 2020
Manifest Destiny
Cyclone Jan 2020
Commentary spills past the hills does it ****, no it sparks a thrill, anxiously escaping while my patience just places still, indeed my will, maybe to chilled to catch its conscience, I'm taking losses while my bosses costing me to taunt this, must admit it is daunting not much haunting, wanting to be flaunting, but stick the caution to this quad it's only meant for causing, me to be a common figure pondering bout what's right or wrong, should already know what makes me go and flow to carry on, speak in tongues but I'm young so I'm still not saved, must be grown in spirituality to help my days, change my ways so he stays, concentrate on faith, travel to the beach and preach on my present state.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Emancipate my synopsis, acknowledging polished pictures, eradicate tarnished harvests regardless of starving scriptures, though still the will is considered delivering killer figures, the filler must not get bigger cause then we shiver from bitter conditions, in this position where feeling free brought you misery, grasp my hand to incision a clearer vision to liberty, polishing, shining pictures in diamond rivers, considered what we delivered as scripture is just, without the filler.
48 · Dec 2019
The World Is Mine
Cyclone Dec 2019
With all my morals and my dreams, I was redeemed demeaning madness, occupation living lavish, slashing slavish schemes of sadness, taste the badness of my cabbage, adding practice made me great, world is mine, the girls are fine, life feels sublime when you're not late, can I say I earned my pay though everyday can have it's way, I say yes cause the best never rest when we prey, though we suffer like the others, we don't buffer from the clutter, cause our mothers never raised us to be crazed and phase our brothers.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Static is tragic and somewhat drastic, plastic passion is masking our action, we find us tasking in the fashion as if it was casting, our minds compassion, if I'm lasting, I'm speaking the tales, that rings our bells and practice trails in somatic cells, If I compel, I chose to dwell in skeptical mail, you read my message, get receptive as "perpetual" pales, both letter L's leave from hell as fast as a spell, referring to the high creator, you later will quail.
48 · Jan 2020
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
I was Mr. Do-it-all with a to-do list that left me clueless, even I do's were proven to be useless;
47 · Dec 2019
My Honest Presence
Cyclone Dec 2019
See me in my honest presence as a lie that hides his face, my integrity was set to be so cleverly misplaced............... the severity is a parody of my clarity, a lot of bones to pick but that was just a hair of me, that's only scaring me, self-worth is one that brags, if I fell worse, the hurt made it fun to tag, what I never had, gag cause it tastes bad, without dad, mom sags if her bags drag, but she never nags, she just saw right out the plastic, it's never drastic, practice plastered WOMAN out disaster, getting faster, though I spit the flow slowly, solely, it's a sorely feeling, healing if it knows me, might dearly and just fearlessly hear me with its nonchalance, put right in my system, now I list him as my confidant, I can never say "I want" if I just betray my need, life I never see was likely strife right from the might of me, with the quandary apart from me, reflection of deflection, like a tennis game, I would pen the same connection, between the two things that could show in the presence, of the human actions, ATTACKING ONE'S ATTENTION, but in THEIR OWN DIMENSION.
47 · Jan 2020
Quote: All Bark, No Bite
Cyclone Jan 2020
You say "**** the world" but the world rapes cowards,
47 · Jan 2020
Valedictorian
Cyclone Jan 2020
My history follows me wherever I go, to advance was to take note, to live was to die for, I shall forever live on in the minds of my peers.
47 · Dec 2019
Pharoah
Cyclone Dec 2019
Exposing my focus on doses posing threats with passion, effect of a multiple strength menace getting what he's asking, all that's happening is action it fuels the ghettos, witness the start of a sacred empire that builds like Lego's, and what I say so, "Decrease the payroll!", controls the minds of people in my time that won't invade so, I'll never trade for, a number zero who thinks he's hero, he **** with me though, I squash his ego, like a mosquito, head to my feet soaked, in your deposits, profits stashed in every closet, look how you visualize my knowledge margins big in sizes, so with this knowledge, I claim your prizes, additions made all to my living, visions good as silence, won't taste no violence, cause fools are mindless, school my fools abusing rules, so my servants mind this, and know my logic.
47 · Jan 2020
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!"
47 · Dec 2019
Knowledge
Cyclone Dec 2019
Knowledge said it was power though it also warned it could get me killed, all across the board, you could see the sword though the pen was real, learned to feel the verses by curses of worth and pure respect, never call him broke if his tokens would prove that you're in debt, seems the element knows, foes pose some kind of help, if he never touched you or judged you, somehow, he minds your health, similar with credit, this is given by the clues, I will only call you ***** where the ***** is only due, just as actions bring reactions, satisfaction brings you passion, it's the pleasure that we measure, if we treasure, then it happens, whether he continues rapping or just choose to tap in soul, it's a change he has brought, so it's the range that he told, turning bold for the good, so his goods are only polished, he just bred what he's fed, in the head, call it knowledge,  knowing all your steps to respect what is real, though knowing what it warns, other's scorn can have you killed.
Cyclone Dec 2019
My thought process,
thoughtful, insightful, granted, it's predictable, unpredictable when taken for granted,
racing, pacing itself to get nowhere fast, upon finishing, it's silent after losing train of thought,
annoying, maddening, out of body like, needed, adored, and calming with logic to bring back perspective to make me comfortable in my skin,
what an idea.
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!
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.
47 · Jan 2020
Overcoming Enemies
Cyclone Jan 2020
Subliminal never minimal, criminals feeling free, sensible exponential expendables killing me, thing that was thrilling me is they masses out tasking me, though passion outweighs they, fasting what lasting ******* they be, crashing, gashing they beat, the peace, the streets don't hold, so off with a lone soul, this hole, condones gold, quick postpone clones, they grown, but own loans, flown, the drones blown to prone things you done sown.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Addicted to heaven, your detox is hell.
47 · Dec 2019
That "Figure"
Cyclone Dec 2019
Raise a village as an anonymous image; unanimous synonymous gibberish, different ****, if it fancies my finish, I could live with it, the type of happiness that grows on trees from the tree of good and evil, the tree of life humble in approach, seldom encroached by the ones that live to die, my intuition feeling that they're one in the same, though my afterthoughts rarely caught attention, could never get my head around em, playing hide and seek with the prophecy, I could profit if I claim I found it, first being dumbfounded, then well-rounded, it astounded chosen ones till the end of my run.. I ran away feeling slowly increasingly gone for good, cause I misunderstood, how we all could come across with the words that we speak, cliche and tongue-in-cheek with my mouth unaware of how I got there, reiterate to clear my throat; my native tongue that was foreign dialect to my scholar fans, they'd ignore the advisory sticker, to get the picture as a wiser stan, be a man, I cheer you on... it was clear I was gone.
47 · Dec 2019
Taught Well?
Cyclone Dec 2019
With a status that's flossed you thought that you can't be caught in a box where man is distraught, when shocked you noticed you sought a vision distant in rocks, heart stops and no one can patch a man who's soul is dispatched, to a place where he is attached, in a life where he can't relapse, the facts are clear and now seen, that you was the target from beams, that killed your spirit and dreams, and made you weak in esteem, it seems that man is a puppet, controlled by plagues in a bucket, made from the ones who said **** it, you noticed you was just ducking the ******* vortex that swells with innocent minds in the wells, so with this sight you can tell, that you were never taught well.
47 · Dec 2019
Straight Penetration
Cyclone Dec 2019
If you penetrate, you generate haters with nerve that curve your words, you surge on them free tailing birds, and then you splurge, cause one day they gone witness the purge that lures their nerves to react to scary acts and then merge, and once they emerge, recognize that it's on the verge, to be a turn in reality, don't slack to be served, you speak those words, that penetrate harder to swerve them useless birds, cause no sympathy is what they deserve.
47 · Jan 2020
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.
46 · Jan 2020
I Was Eavesdropping
Cyclone Jan 2020
Critical acclaim is the same as a child's game, never cross the line or force a rhyme, it scars their brain, rolling dice is the spice that can get you sliced, as you sacrifice the price, you can suffer twice, cause a fuss over trust when you're on the bus, brings a gust of unjustified dust that will make you lust, think of such from a simple touch that clutched the ground, and caused a pound in this town that was full of clowns, but the frowns killed the sound, still the jokes on you, gasping and breathing for a reason, nothing's coasting you through, homeboys get phone poised and they roasting you too, close to tasting suffocation and you choke turn blue, that's why it takes time to form fore you swarm up a crew, have lunch, brunch with the bunch don't punch in too soon, anyway you may pay never wait up a due, cause things change and acclaim never claims THE FEW.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Maybe divorce is the best option, no more lies, disgust or stress, you could do whatever you wish, I ask for peace and plenty of rest, maybe divorce is the best option, since you guys parted separate ways, now father you can focus on us, and dear mama you can **** and play, maybe divorce is the best option, cause grandma, I hate to see you in pain, trust me I feel the same way you do, hold no regrets using her name in vain, maybe divorce is the best option, cause dear siblings I see y'all proud, I see y'all like I never imagined, I hear your triumph confident and loud, never like it was once before, you killed our moods you stupid ******* *****, lack of bonding made us weak and slow, look at us now, ***** there you go, but for you to know, I still love you the same, hear me out, notice this ain't a game, I forgive you for all the **** you had done, it wasn't all just you, look at what we've become, change your ways, clarify all your actions, leave that man, cut off all the distractions, then one day find us up in the crossroads, be very cautious, still don't get yourself lost though, all that we've been through, so close to adoption, I reached my conclusion, divorce is the best option.
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