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Cyclone Dec 2019
Say, if I could look into the past and pick days in which to pick fights with, I'd feel my life was on the line in every one and come out a champion, be an expert with survival, only losing less than half those days and later have a rematch, eventually being feared by those days by which they never will return, and ones that try to will hesitate to test their odds shall they ever second guess my future days.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Follow the leader but never creep any deeper cause he seeks to keep his reaper for ones who peeping to reach his teasers, like wide receivers, I'm only reading the the routes I got, never spit I'm hot in a pit of shock or I'm getting shot, if they drop, you hop, and plot your execution to reach your conclusion that they was losing from too much fusion, have no delusions, illusions of bruising pukes' you're fluted, rigged as you fidget, you dig it?, you live like you disputed, with your bail, compel well, this calls for yah, not just yourself, but all's health, for all lawyers.
91 · Dec 2019
All It Takes Is You
Cyclone Dec 2019
Invent yourself, Innovate your life.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A beautiful sunset over a clouded ocean, my ocean of thoughts maybe cloudy, but nothing ***** up my day. A lover of tropical weather but occasional cold shoulders shoves these beachgoers on the beachfront where I normally just live and let live. I just ain't have no sunscreen but everything's gon be alright, kudos to those kids that share my swag, avoiding their cell phones to learn how to surf the earth rather than the internet. Don't believe everything you read, but keep aware. Don't allow the mist to haze the sunkissed vibes; you never learn to love what's in your blood. It's true your soul screams life; so every little things gon be alright.
Cyclone Jan 2020
If you talk your faults notice you walk with shame...
90 · Dec 2019
Traumatized...Observing
Cyclone Dec 2019
When a tear drops, eyes close, cries define souls, blind when I press recline cause my mind rewinds blows, loving the smell the of pine in a fine time of fashion, in Calabasas, I can lax the fastest, facts I must grasp with glasses, joy in the back of cabs, crab and lobster don't mean I prosper, cracks on the track, I seen imposters trying to scheme the sponsors, are they redeemed demeaning demons seen in a team of goners, check if their numbers crumbling if they're fumbling then shun their roster.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I despise my "sorry", violence at all my parties, I've come to witness my "sorry" scars me and made me tardy, remaining thick and hardy, tough skin is thin from within, and all the rules that I bend- can't hide the ink from the pen, foretelling all of this sin, it's kin to being shoddy, and so I reap what I sow, and though revising copies, can mean a different plotting, It still can never stop me, be better off getting bodied by those who wish they shot me, and so the rules it's taught me, is that this life is blotchy, dotted with spots of false knowledge, that closets me as parted, just wish I never started, what I can never finish, watching my words diminish, while disses get replenished.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Introduction is sudden to such seduction, I cry, but the silence from my mouth without the doubts is no lie, so further fly to the sky for definitive living although repetitive, attentive to the change is forgiving, forcing revisions to rekindle, hindering dividends, aftermath, I get caught up involving products I'm ******* in, hoping the sinners listening, giving a second chance, beginners who understand me, demand me to plan my stance, refusing to their commands, commencing to gain a value, we formed the losses of man, the cost is bosses we salute, getting gruesome induces what we ****** as a function, so as you read this, believe it's a growing fetus I'm *******.
90 · Dec 2019
I'm Still Vulnerable
Cyclone Dec 2019
Business as usual, a resolution hard to commit to, maybe cause I'm trying to forget you, it ain't you it's me, it ain't me that sees things without you, ain't it a clue to you?, friends overrated, but being underappreciated by one that wants to make it on his own, grown men gotta learn to own pain, they created or it's fated that we live with shame, and be the same, am I to blame?, every step that I take is like footsteps on flames, I avoid speaking names and recently got my number changed to fit the code of conduct I must live by, so why bother?, why not leave me alone and make history fulfilling what I want for once?!, it's your greatest chance to make it, brothers put the cart before the horse and never get a chance to make it right.. cause now you're borderline on a boundary I will never compromise with the ones that try to cross it.. my unapologetic means to be straightforward, only left a brother at the crossroads, and exposed, for letting it get this far...I guess it's a bar, I could never set.. or maybe I'm just eager to stop, giving up too fast, I should make it last, in regards to your *** strictly judging from the past, my hindsight caught me from the blindside, but I don't give two *****, I've been reality's *****, and it led me, to following instincts from my mind.
Cyclone Dec 2019
To fruition reap and sow a growing mind, cautious of the weeds that tend to hinder it through vines.. be as fruitful as can be, squash the fruity roots that's taking shape, just as good as waste, one's that's playing ******* tapes, struggle just to bust a grape, OJ squeezed right out his element, I know I got the juice, leave em thirsty for quotables, Dr.Suess can cure the youth, we don't need no more killers, just teach em how to be noble and mobile children of our kind, multiply our troops and save our nation from the kind killing our mankind our tribe sees, I know that if I'm spreading this word it's on me and they hate it, harder to makeup for it than stated.. after a fine period I know my sentence will rob me of all my commas, and my only explanation is exclamation, stunned by how this oneness reached conjunction and confusion wishing patience, allows me, to read between the lines, no and's, no if's, or but's, this soon will be defined, cutting to the chase leaving less than what is needed to be said, instead just leave a mystery in how easy it's read.
90 · Dec 2019
America's Singing
Cyclone Dec 2019
It's singing, traces of demons clinging on dreaming, ***** politicians solicit a composition, my intuition wishing to listen but turned to fishing, caught up in the rapture, it seemed to capture disaster, the ******* in the pastor is naked showing his privates, all I hear is silence, but public is screaming **** it, they ducked it, but they **** it to truck for some luck in buckling, they just proved they're fools to the rules, trusting the chuckling, comers sum in numbers of thousands, dousing your mouth, runners disappeared, no summer, we all went south, tingling from the feeling of stealing, look what it's bringing, screaming voices, noises was jingling, but were we singing?
89 · Jan 2020
Venturous Soul
Cyclone Jan 2020
Reception of my conception was testing the schemes with the questions, I never became it's possession if it led to stressing, of course oppression is a lesson learned if it's earned, if you flexed the term, Quest, was the next concern, adjourned to it's burns, kept risks that could've slept, every single step, heavy breaths, tingled reps, though a mingled text, brought you amateur perception, brighter words could've served you a pure reception.
89 · Dec 2019
...Involving Hustling...
Cyclone Dec 2019
If I hustle, causing multiple scuffles that ups to multitudes, double your deductible, ruffles insults the truffles chew, **** with words, but yet those curves serves me no bonuses, chuckle these obstacles with the prostitutes nobody notices, these motives will get distorted when you can't afford to sort it, accorded, the Porsche's portrait proves to you, you can't ignore it, and store it, it's now rhetoric in its sight, so it's historic, you for it, and just adore it, but I can't, I rant and tore it, my poses to me is roses but to them, their noses closes, it doses, how their opposes can become my opponent, I shown it, I can't disown it, and the fights, they just condone it, so flaunt it, it's how you want it, gon and take all your components.
89 · Dec 2019
Holla If You See Me
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm microscopic in the topic of philosophical nature, I label you my saviour if majoring in my favor, but later, you learn the reason I deal with acidic razors, lay lasers on stray haters, debaters, and commentators, outrageous, I get contagious, and never spacious, courageous, must strategize all the stages like making raises on wages, you never claim humans praises cause through your phases it changes, and though you're aging, their raging is bound to caging your brazen days.
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.
89 · Dec 2019
Fresh Air Please! Part 2
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm just a breath away from realizing this **** manifests in anyway, shape or form. I finally make sense out of it as soon as my self image becomes distorted. It's a brand new me with a new outlook on life, another chapter in which every scene becomes freestyle. I freed my mind, now I'm well rested enough to disregard most of the preconceived notions my mind throws at me. I'm ready for war, a fearless soldier now is born. My battle cry is ruthless with no remorse, once I thought outside the box, ****, anything is possible. I'm indestructible to all the ******* that lies at my door. Initiated into what I thought before was a fantasy, listen as I proceed to break it down...
Cyclone Dec 2019
A few reflective numbers to kick off the summer, deflect inspecting cause the moment they question they want another session, though my impression is destined to make a song a blessing, I have to settle to pedal my heart to rest my vessels, just a gesture to journey free so mercy me!, though you hunger, must thirst to see, your first ain't me!, in our nature a chaser can only bring us vapors, and our replacer may teach us that later they're our favor.
88 · Dec 2019
Street Fame
Cyclone Dec 2019
Condense into a dense comment with common sense, when we hit the fence, we tense and **** suspense, praise will dispense a prince into a king, immense power will nourish and flourish you in the spring, ding the bell will ring and bring you cross the layers, haters turn to strayers and smiles will hit the players, prayers do their part outsmarting the sparse darts, strength will push the carts that start to strain the heart, narks will turn to sparks and follow the sorrow shame, then you pop your collar cash dollars in street fame.
88 · Dec 2019
It's Personal
Cyclone Dec 2019
Perpetuate the pedestal perception that's perpetual from personal precision per it's presence, my perceptual ability with my persistance spotted them through my peripheral, though it would be difficult to follow through, this hierarchy entirely in spite of me could level down, challenging the one to rather settle it, one and done, only would I revel in this evidence if I was relevant, comfortable embellishing benevolence, I'm selling it to be so elegant as an element of me, it would be a devil in disguise, trying to get up out the game but the game don't lie, eventually the cheat codes exposed my freak mode, once revealed, I was healed so sly...why?, CAUSE THE GAME DON'T LIE!
88 · Dec 2019
Use Your Talents (Wisely)
Cyclone Dec 2019
It's lethal once you prove it's legal, speak to your talents, malice balanced with the madness, built the palace, status crashed in Dallas, I'm boxing toxins, socking hemotoxins, stocking oxygen, head-locking, what's detoxing clocking in for prospering, bottle of this gin is slim, grim sins are close to me, ain't no toasting, get the notion, I was broken, Coke, they chose to motion me, I'm supposed to be, newer, chasing super duper clues, so I can't lose, and pay my dues, this goose is in to just confuse, I'd like to cruise and kiss this musical commitment we disputed for, as usual your beautiful from head to cuticle, plus it's cute to pull, in, instead of simply pulling out, right out my mouth, I'm bout to shout, MY TALENTS SPOKE WHAT I'M ABOUT!
88 · Jan 2020
Quote: Misguided
Cyclone Jan 2020
The fact I left looks right.
88 · Dec 2019
Can't Shape the Madness
Cyclone Dec 2019
When you came full circle and showed yourself all the way around, I knew you was a square, trapped in a corner, no boundaries, not even rough around the edges. You're formless, quite predictable, you shaped an image I wish to waste no time defining, struck my curiosity to get you off this block cause you block the pyramid I know constructs this emotionally flat community. A flat-earther?, no, although you make your daily round trying to make a point of uncertainty in this type of atmosphere where we're certain that there's symmetry in this sphere of influence, so you have the freedom to spew all of this obtuse unrest but now I'm filled with this acute asymmetrical unease; might be, chemically imbalanced though you say you, advocate for balance, my realm of understanding is now the base of feeling misunderstood by somebody that feels they're on the cutting edge of things, and I can't shape it!
88 · Dec 2019
Silver Platter
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm shy to shiver, cry me a river, but deliver my silver, it was my company shunning me in the month we had slithered, this Earth will quiver, but I bicker to eliminate quicker, though it retaliates by gravitating traps till I'm sicker, so it gets richer, I picture me alone with a hitcher, I wish to ditch her, never kiss her, glitch, stitch and then ***** her, but who's the tricker?, my scripts or just the fact that she's thicker with all my flickers, predictable, this chick is just slicker.
Cyclone Jan 2020
If we don't have an answer today, we'll never have an answer tomorrow, just more tore up blocks, crooked cops, revenge and pain and sorrow, it makes no sense to borrow knowledge cause it's given back, I see Einsteins and prodigies but sense is what we lack, pull my gun out the sack and notice just what I am doing, I may have took this guys earthly life, but I'm the one that's ruined, prosecution pursuing, little ignorant ******* *****, we should be just way more thankful for the law, and scary snitch, but it's like we done glitched and drifted ourselves too far apart, the movements and racial rallies plagued us from the start, try to leave and depart, wait!, there's no where else to go, no one's speaking or righteous seeking, now we take a blow, so this goes to show, it's hell down on this Earth, evil babies are coming live warped right after birth, this life ain't worth asking questions just bout our future, it's a dark road ahead of us, crippled with pain it's super- deranged!
88 · Dec 2019
Holy Water
Cyclone Dec 2019
My son and daughter, your father's heart is slaughtered, I feel I'm bothered, by many stints that's tense, they wanted, to keep me on it, and their impression gets me tested and I get expressive, rapidly depressive once excessive use of force stresses, that I'm exempted, and only tempted, to perceive my ways as if they pay to be a tenant, that's not relented, a second chance to try repenting, of all my pending, misdeeds, they lead as if they cleave, to be a bother, so plot me smaller, in a light where change remains my caller, I need that HOLY WATER.
88 · Dec 2019
Work Smart Not Hard
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.
88 · Dec 2019
Jazz City
Cyclone Dec 2019
My ears become amazed, my eyes no longer hazed as I gaze, into a surrounding city where the sounds got me lost in a maze, grab a saxophone and play, got all the time I have today, see the world gets stuck just on one thing, till that thing just ain't the **** one day, that Boney James got me rocking, Dancing Fantasy got me knocking, I'm stopping and clocking out my job so I can keep on jocking, the beats got me lost in a trance, time to grab a girl and dance all night, cause I feel like, I'm out of sight, so let's do this right, let's not fight, it's my delight to be a gentleman and enjoy the scene, thought California took the cake with pleasure, but I never seen, harmony to the full extent, relaxation to the heaven sent, backgrounds that make me lose my breath, what a perfect setting, now the times are set, bungee jump, never tried that yet, even though my fear of heights and death, got me thinking taking second chances, scandalous times makes the days go wreck, this Jazz City slowing down the flow, creative mind just let things go, like **** smoking, super senseless joking, got you doing things you never done before, ask me to go?, I'm staying here!, ***** you see I'm happy here!, ain't nothing but those sounds of cheer, that's the reason why I kicked you out of here, can't resume my fear, bring this sound to youth, jazzy sounds will bring you out the truth, going back and forth through the years you see we still act up and we choose to shoot, turn that car and loop, back to this city, free your mind from high sadity, talk to your soul while your words are witty, thank you God for jazz city.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Fighting against a war is a war within itself. You have casualties. Just look at some political prisoners and ask them what they're in for. "I fought against the losses of life and lost mine in the process", would be their reply. They're dead too. Only difference is they're just a dead man talking.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Dear Mr President,

Witness our stagnant position, it's a greater concern than my anger it's danger, these last few months you have a mission, take the lead, commanding position, don't get pimped like you got in the past times, see they're scared when you veer to a new direction, past elections gave way to the fast times, I got more bolder just study my past rhymes, they can't compare to what I'm talking bout now, I took a new lead, now watch my victims bleed, they can't ask why, they can only ask how, it fuels their anger, watch me still take a bow, but this ain't bout me you're in the position to lose, they **** your legacy with the health care, terrorism, and welfare, look at this it's Trump and Ted Cruz, now Rubio done jumped in his shoes, but only Trump is the last man standing, they're just some finger licking, self inflicting, elephants turned into chickens, pause, their words ain't demanding, huh, drop the truth, my warplane is landing, I write this letter to fulfill you with urgency, I know that man is not perfect, but your job here is worth it, make it happen, to earn your face on our currency.
88 · Dec 2019
Help Anotha Brotha?
Cyclone Dec 2019
A morning in the life of a king, self-proclaimed fame I pursued, fresh food for a refreshed mood, an early riser with these sunny side up eggs, a compliment to chickens who would give chicks value fore they even know it, never blow it or throw them in the trash, one's trash is another man's treasure, a measure of a poor man's appreciation, never preach till you reach what you seek, a false prophet's profits in the so-called rapture he speaks, in his speech was disaster, at least one can master their intentions, conductor of the engine, engineers fear in his motor skills, walking with his head down, sounds how a deer in the headlights talks, but I'm a sly snake that convinces him he really had his head in the right place, notice how he cracks a smile, in a style so sure and as pure as a child's first impression; though he battles apprehension, his attention span spans more than the average man's, a sign of respect, but the elect can ***** fear, challenging his own peers to adhere to his bigger picture, if it's clear to their own triggers, he figures out how to collect figures, but my mission was to mold him in his image, told him if he holds down from scrimmage, he can total up his own game plan, but it's odd how he became..the same man as me, I had to free myself from my freedom speech, impeach myself, he increased his reach, and peaked in wealth.
87 · Dec 2019
UNIQUELY
Cyclone Dec 2019
Under identity chorus, vocals sings my verses, Notching a deeper tempo, soprano channels planned notes, Inner instrumentals a vent to my dying curses, Quickly expires desires higher than a man's hope, Unifying efforts that's trying to stop from dying, Exit my second depression trying to find a new me, Losing my conspires, these fires won't be defying, Yes the devil isn't my level, said UNIQUELY.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Seven days a meditator, you feel the peace in you can't demonstrate a perpetrator, you served me later with your built skills that still fulfills the feeling of guilt, we work to build a fuller thrill, when dull, indulged with pulls to ****, the bull in this revelation, is only lulled when he rules out his expectations, the cessation of the rest of this representation, can rest the case of this changing face, every place I find myself chasing happily, I find it sad I had dealt with apathy.. to recognize paths to this empathy.. becoming wise, seeing its lent to me, to feel the rest of me, by definition I'm real, steal this destiny, I was just hating to peel.. the deal that delivers the shivers to freedom.. the man in the mirror, I never can beat him.. lead him to the reading to feed him.. essentials with potential to greet him.. in the place that he wished for.. he's peaceful, now it's his floor.
86 · Dec 2019
Psuedo Restraining Order
Cyclone Dec 2019
**** the inner man, I'm in outer space cause I need it. I have to grow beyond that inner critic that said I couldn't do it. Playing catch up, I'll never muster the strength to take the lead, an award winning effort that kept the doubts on the sideline. The gameplan changes to remain one step ahead, playing catch me if you can, watch your step, I've been cautious. I love the fact you came to play with your game face on, but that's just a mask to fool me cause I'll never join your team again. You're like a coach that never stayed out of my face, because even on the playing field, I saw your ghost instead of seeing what was in front of me. This is a team effort, we must remain strong when the other is down but you turned into a ***** and tried to turn me out, so *******.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm a beast, in this release, I got peace, bringing new beats to the streets.. so when the people peep the pieces, peep the pieces people!, a piece of me gives you peace of mind, never going hungry, keep me on repeat, piecing me together, just complete the puzzle, people will compete, will you keep your hussle?, cause the struggle will continue when the people lose their mind being selfish, people prove they're helpless to each other, I keep it color concious cause these color commentators keep the commentary colorful and graphic.. but our people keep it black and white, why we need it grey?, guess they're tired of the truth, so the lies kept us straight on tract for contact through combat, comrades turning through the crack contact..and my contacts never believe, so I keep em out of contact, put it in the context, keep it as a contract- cause we never will contract if we counteract, can I get a hand-clap please?!!, wonder why those high-fives brought me to my knees, now I hit em with a two-piece, just to keep it g- but they keep a tab on me- tell my fans piece.. got love past streets to the og's, and the homies seeking release- in this release, I got peace.
86 · Jan 2020
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!
86 · Dec 2019
Crooked Coincidence
Cyclone Dec 2019
In this coincidence, we inhibited vividness, close fires desires liars that give in this, tried conducting but something uttered "corruption", cigars scars my stars that's never far from touching them, such a gem forbidden but never hidden, it's only fitting me spitting so now I'm ******* collisions free, this wasn't me, successful is looking stressful, what only is looking helpful is ripping my spine and vessels, no more nutrients ******* the rules with foolishness, you may see me today, looking down the way, no more juiciness, in ingredients fit for feeding believing this, what's your reason for bleeding, you must be reading this???...
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm justified to **** the justice system from behind, and let the homies hit it cause it ain't no fun if the homies don't get none, lady liberty is bribed-to work for thugs mansion, in exhange for a makeover, we find the man guilty!, scapegoats caused packed jails, and bond is useless, use whiteout on blackmail!, this black male who was right out this white man's world.. hope his standards- can stand the test of time, I'm sitting on my morals and demand I have the time, to plot against the system so my brothers can avail, don't wanna cause hell, but in a subtle sense I wish to rob it blind, as the middle child I could slip between the cracks, and find the reason why my father failed to tell his son the battles' just begun for me- so come strapped!, I never meant to grip a gat, but once I heard the facts, I can't take it back!, they better take my life!, and be the reason that the world turns faster, I would've made it standstill, and let em see a real disaster.
Cyclone Dec 2019
An elite caliber collective in its prime, strength in numbers used to be my weakness, as I was Mr. Do-it-all with a to-do list that left me clueless, even I do's were proven to be useless; left alone to contemplate it, I was ran off the playing field with a game plan predictable. Predicted to fail, my addiction left me winless, raindrops on my window, window pain became foggy, when I evaporate it with such brute force, I was weaker from such blunt force burned to ash. Rollover, toss and turn, racing thoughts kept in an urn, to open Pandora's box means to freefall but come out stronger, what can't **** me makes me stronger as I've risen above apathy, happily thankful for the nosedive or better yet skydive I lived to tell about. Accompanied by comrades that helped me get up and walk again, soon y'all will see me fly again once- I have fully recovered, kiss the sky and pursue your dreams, we all wake up at some point, once my eyes are fully opened, mine too will manifest in reality.
86 · Dec 2019
Friendly Fire
Cyclone Dec 2019
I can't go missing cause I listen to the gun that made me show up, it pops off, I pop up and shot from the start, accurate enough to be better than what I aimed for, this is what I came for...distorted in the matrix, I enjoy my animation, and though my hype is patient, vibrant vibes are my vibrations, can't try to hide hating, someone taught you wrong, maybe cause they love to hate the love you hate to hide, forgiving all the Saints that beaten my boys down, they try to teach em how to be saints and never get complacent, plus they keep it on tape to make em remember the days of old, the wild wild west learns the ways of the ***** south, better watch our mouth next time, if we can collaborate we make it last forever, though we show em all our skills that prove we're better than we were, might injure each other we should expect the friendly fire, inspires us all to not retire as an enemy, we shall be higher.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Provide yourself a little break, and come to take on the patience of a man who could lose it all tonight, where every move was calculated, count em all as useless if he uses them to do what he was used to doing, eyes bloodshot red where you could see all his years within the sight of his mind, I find peace in what's disclosed, cause that's what he knows..I find nothing that scares me, challenges the vision but perception won't impair me, I find that he's in blindness, and this is me on steroids, it's stronger than drugs, you see the changes before and after entertaining strangers..feeling sorry for the kids cause I wanna be their voice, knowing it's a choice to let them play, and live and let live, I've got a hit-list for ones that didn't get this message- I give em mercy asking "how they want it?", and that was business, cause now I've got another hit, I'll be the hit man..the proof is in the pudding..never do the things you shouldn't, but either way I'm doing what he should've did, we could've been a force, but he would've been scared cause I got enemies of course.
86 · Dec 2019
Establishing Your Brand
Cyclone Dec 2019
You only can be the founder from countering cowards wrath, try tactics to rise the fastest, you die by classic collapse, proceeding, I see the g that means all the glee being gangster, from tasking to blast assassins, the p is passion in prankster, commingling, continue singing to sew the strings for wings, fake preaching disgraces teachings, they trace beseeching for things, rags to riches are flames that frame to blame your brain, bag them ******* that claim they came to save from shame.
86 · Dec 2019
Old School Motherfucka
Cyclone Dec 2019
Catch me at the house of blues killing all the shows, or catch me out in D.C. setting highs and ending lows, heck, anywhere you catch me, know my soul's gon be around, with a little touch of Marvin Gaye, ****, I like that sound, just blame it on my upbringings and call it how you see, my uptown funk is serious, how you think it's supposed to be, I fool you and I school you, killed the vibe of this sorry sucka, that's what you get when you deal with an Old School *******, from 60s to the 70s I rock to clock g's, getting furious and delirious, this top celebrity, got the old folks jamming, got the young folks jamming, so it's relevant my material is cramming, spamming, slamming, look at me, examine how this **** has to be done, don't have to go all on the radio screaming to have fun, just chill, relax in the sun, and let the old school speak to you, climbing up the charts, it's gon re dominate your visual.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Auto-pilot, the speed dial session.. after this I learn to really count my blessings, gotta keep em up, tell me the time and I tell you to take it slow, tired of tempers tempting me with temptation, I'm tense!, clock out?!, a no-go, a no-show no more, non-stop!, this is just my standard of living, forgive me, given I don't want my ***** giving these..please!, my number 1 problem was thinking that I had 99 problems!, taking psychology 101, watched 1,000 ways to die, read 1001 books you must read fore you die and they say not to stress?!, it's 1 step forward and 2 steps back I guess, so because you chose to 1up me, I hate you 2, and we forgot about the 3rd wheel keeping the score, it's day 4 and we're neck and neck.. so finally we take 5, and when the clock struck 6, it's the 7th time..we were 8 hours in on a 9th year ritual, 1 of our 10..habitual ways of going back-and-forth, north-and-south..what the hell is it about?, does it even count?.. does it even make sense?.. and what will our account, amount to?
85 · Feb 2020
Quote: Individualistic
Cyclone Feb 2020
They say hard work pays off, for your homeostasis your brain must never take days off. With overtime I was showing I was superhuman...
85 · Dec 2019
Better Late Than Never
Cyclone Dec 2019
The ex cons brutal lonely lifestyle, wasn't the right style to start a new life, plus he had kids that were grown up, but he never shown up to see them grow, what a bad sight, it seems the years are all wasted, now he has to face it, wishing that he only was different, but see the LORD knew he was trying, kept his soul from dying, although he must still walk the distance, don't have to part the red seas, or take down a giant, just be reliant to the ones who had loved you, go head and start a congregation, lead every nation, and be awakened to JEHOVAH above you, go be a husband to the wife at home, who had to fight alone to raise the kids through the struggle, cause we know what type of life this is, with all our might we give our own to get out this bubble, yeah it's a mission that must be completed, but your strengths' not depleted, once you give you receive it, I'd rather go this way than turn feeling cheated, always feeling defeated, must gain the faith that is needed.
85 · Dec 2019
My Vivid Sensitivity
Cyclone Dec 2019
I guess it's true that I was meant to live this sensitive, spent it in the tent where I expected wins but slept in sin, pins had went in less when I had spoke with introspection, connections with some affection from inspections that only the heart can mention, in it's hidden chambers, though it's weak from strangers, gangbangers, better known as changers to the health upon this lone ranger, came with the pain that would reach the brain, contained, constrained, lanes change, under aim claims exclaim a game is to play but with cheats, when defeated, to the ones that never beat it but repeated it and needed deeds to peak, from reading pleasingly, you will feel as if you're cheated, screaming what this means to me, wings bring me to see, strings seemed to cling to me, shears of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, sings to me, hear fear free from being in this living being, written clear from me, crying in the same style proves you had bitten tears from me, feeling what is dear to me, I could only sue em back if I in fact had steered through sea, but I only neared to flee, giving all falls layouts, since cries were the way out, our lives were the payout, day-in and day-out.
85 · Dec 2019
I'm Hard But Fair
Cyclone Dec 2019
Shall I stunt and make it ring?, in the heads of the people that would wish for anything, but being blunt, what do I bring?, I put my overall lack of having things over everything.. meditating on it everyday, feeling empty in the present moment living the truth, show and tell is the game we play, wait until I make something out of nothing, It'll blow em away.. your wish is my command..as soon as I see it, we can be there and then be friends, I wanna drive there, I'm a good driver, cause when I go on and on, my driving puts people to sleep, kick off your shoes, relax your feet, let's say we trade places at the end of the week, I'm gonna, give you time to vent.. cause you never need a filter, feeling cold and discontent.
85 · Dec 2019
Code Red
Cyclone Dec 2019
If one cannot adapt to what has happened with gaps depleting, it's just to call it even, you got reason committing treason, my naked eye determines seeing serpents interprets learning, of individuals that are despicable, giggle burning, if you had shown your presence as impression to test the furious, in the ones who serious with getting delirious, to your curiosity of an atrocity walking, and the actions from your talking, prophet's prophecy stalking.
85 · Dec 2019
Universal Law
Cyclone Dec 2019
Refrain from the pain in your own shoes.. your experience is universal, regurgitate the taste it would bring, and recognize your perfect at rehersal, as you realize in real time, you feel skill-wise, though underneath what still lies can ****, target the artist regardless of how he paints the picture, he's illustrating he would never specialize in taking risks to differ, so mr lame duck laid a goose egg for the first time, at the worst time, but it's a birthright, he passed on what can pass away any day anyway, in many ways, so let it pass for today, I figured from a past time this would never resurrect, coming to the term where it hurts to admit, I fell down once as a fool in this ****, funny how legit in an unapologetic try I would turn the table on myself counterclockwise, the advantage was a lesson learned once again, and it could fool once, twice, or never end.
85 · Dec 2019
Anxiety
Cyclone Dec 2019
I got afraid, when I stayed in my mind, through all 4 seasons I had no reasons, but just the rhymes, straying lovers and friends, I noticed no one's in, so gaining sense and soul, must mold myself to pin, down to the building blocks, clock spots to stock, yachts sailing to the dock, brought the flock to stop, one lone grown clone, ****** in a zone, shown, coned as unknown, honed as my own.
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