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49 · Dec 2019
This Dirty Game
Cyclone Dec 2019
Just because I offered you service, I can be sure that I'm worthless from cursing verses that I plant in the dirt, reverse my earning, hate the heavy rotation, inflation caters my prices, oh yes my favor is trifling, though rights get tight like its dices, enticed my brightness to follow, you won't see light till tomorrow, slicing your mind like it's hollow, respect my grind if you follow or borrow, sorrows impetuous, prejudice to positions, envision romance advancing but then commanding your feelings, it might be thrilling and chilling, repeal your dealings when needed, if you proceeded, can't say it cheated your lead when defeated, but keep depletion deleted unless diseases provokes it, I'm not the one who would hope it, but yet the one who has spoke it.
49 · Dec 2019
Encouragement
Cyclone Dec 2019
At times what's official is superficial, correct the miscues, every issue you wished had missed you must now assist you, aspirations assassinate, ask procrastination, fascination must cast to last task for saturation, and the duration of preservation preserves your presence, whether adult, adolescent or child, smile for essence, watch the blessings of your assets mass into a classic, claim official what's situated "sophisticated", bashing *******.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I gave my so-called friends nectar from my flower but all they gave me in return was the venom from their stinger and now I must bite the bullet and **** it up and **** it out to keep growing.
49 · Dec 2019
Hypocrisy
Cyclone Dec 2019
The biggest critics of this world are the biggest hypocrites.

Assume your position was given only just to lead me, judge off my faults and gain my interest you intrigue me, not just your motto, I'm shouting bravo yeah I like your whole stand, but if you can't correct him don't expect him to be a fan, cause they will hate you, make you witness the worse, is it a curse, no they just reacted first, guess it hurts, when you like to blurt, which ever way you work, better flirt with thoughts to convert, before they go berserk on this earth, and turn to dirt.
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.
49 · Dec 2019
You Will Rise
Cyclone Dec 2019
One's wish to rise can be in eyes tired of demise, they've been told lies and been neglected by the despise, from family ties, it seems that life will have no surprise, for the one that cries, but I tell you life will always be wide for you to rise, I keep my hope that you will gain pride, recognize the skies is the limit so dream big on the prize, neutralize disguise, cause they clip wings on the humans that try, to become wise, never compromise or cry from your eyes cause you will rise.
49 · Dec 2019
Tricky Ain't It?
Cyclone Dec 2019
Tricks under the sleeve may achieve you to grieve where you can't believe, leave to bereave on the life that I once received, naive indeed but the innocence, unannounced, value in conclusion disillusioned me to take a count, recount amounts that never owed me any, summarize my lies, despise the wise, though they're old it's many, so there's plenty meanings of the penny I can't even get to, instead of speaking heads or tails, I would preach and **** you, and then would spend you on a right that's unaffordable, in the heat of the moment, I would own it till the sword was pulled, rule the force to full threads, with that said, I'm at odds but I'm evenly, seasoned as a demon, not a dream but it's seemingly meaningful in light being can I still escape, from the state with the hate and the minimal taste, no one erased from the threat of subliminal waste, see the base of this case with no grace to the criminal face in ace, late, but I still can leave, tricks to the side, ride, bob and weave, and believe that just to achieve, I must be faithful, recount the check that had bounced, it's no longer hateful.
Cyclone Dec 2019
With the stress do we learn to lessen success?, love to say your dressings a blessing, impressions flex with complexity, she was next to me, hearing the words I spoken, I'm coping, so now I'm soaking, when choking, her heart was broken, the sky is open, direct when we die moping, subliminal never minimal, stemming from my devotion.. my high is hoping to ******* mellow with fellows that sound as soft as a cello with hellos brighter than yellow, I love the schedule, releasing demos and memos, I tremble, not knowing me, but with urgency, I then know, I'm a person, so knowing I've got my leaks, every seven days of the week, only heaven knows what's my peak, and just to finish a little tip in the business is fitness to skit the crest, and witness its silhouette.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Fruitfulness in the peach, waters roaring the beach, I find in every section the introspection that speaks, do I contain my leaks, of course, I'm barely planted, making it through, expanding my efforts to help the planet, giver that's empty handed, can stand it, because he's bandaged, blessed in every test by the zest that killed his pest, comfortable in the nest, I stretch to raise my eggs, merely and comparably sharing to those that beg, made with leveled head, executing the deeds, he's freed because he bleeds his greed, so he can heed THE CREED.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The evil mind in this time has no purity, living in sin begins a time for me to say obscurity, is the reason why security, shows no mercy for man, and when it can, it still buries me, so true protection tends to worry me, I start to hurriedly, take a breath fore death flurries me, I let these thoughts somehow continue, believe my venue, can be a place where faces lend you, a new soul and start to send you, they different menu, so you can pick and click what trends do, but, you're still stuck and it condemned you, do you intend to, turn around where frowns tend to, trick you again and say there's purity, though you know sure this sea, has no depths of set maturity.
49 · Dec 2019
Straight Arrow
Cyclone Dec 2019
How an inferiority complex makes an abundance mentality complicated? I move around to different places searching for that place to call home. Value was misunderstood, worth taken for granted, willing to accept anything that comes your way whether positive or negative. I feel my move to Houston was the best decision I made in years, the life that became all too familiar had me not recognize myself or the struggle I was feeling anymore. I was running in circles around Dallas, dizzy on Loop 12. A stranger to even the simplest things that used to make me laugh but I find when I reached the coast in Galveston, I smiled without much reason or stimulation. All I knew is that clarity is something my gut feeling told me I would find here, so now I participate as a team player and place things bigger than myself. I find that the inferiority complex finds something superior to set my mind on that I never tried since high school, teamwork, except it's not forced by outside forces this time. I still have to run that extra mile and though I've stressed how much teamwork has benefited me before when not putting so much on my back, what's in front of me is an obstacle GOD is testing only me to overcome. My struggle is unique to me from others but it could be summarized easily, trouble and suffering I became addicted too. Bigger things are coming but for now I have to put my head down and work towards it, instead of trying to put my head up and talk my way out of the uncertainty like I know everything. I'm certain that with that, anxiety will diminish, and it'll keep me from making abundance so complicated because naturally it will prevail and become my truth, the truth is what it is, you gotta look no further, overthinking ceases, and people know what's up.
49 · Dec 2019
Warrior Spirit
Cyclone Dec 2019
When caught up in some mess, the stress will answer yes, when you get back up and go, the pain will be told no, everything I'm built to be, will show inside of me, I shine as prodigy, though scarred from darts of heat, this life I still repeat, through peaks of hail and sleet, until I fall and meet, the change from bleak to meek, I fly as high as birds, and speak these potent words, in hope my mottos curve, and rise and strive from burns, don't know if mine is long, but life means fight through wrongs, emotion shown in songs, that lift me to be strong.
49 · Dec 2019
Helps to Be Honest
Cyclone Dec 2019
Depriving these horizons, we must try to strive for honesty, rhetorical instincts may better drive apologies, cause while pursuing missions, losing vision was a factor, cause lying to a fighter, their delight had made us actors, it seemed the sky was blacker and the facts would make us fluid, solidity, their dignity was quick to make us sewage, prove it how you see them moving and the stupid we compelled, these cells made it hell and we failed with no bail, tried to say we're well, but our smiles couldn't take it, a broken heart that's weak in its beats tries to fake it, replacing what's mistaken as a species seemed to teach me, meet me where you seek to speak to freaks is how you reach me.
48 · Dec 2019
Music Man
Cyclone Dec 2019
The same song, came wrong, just as we fame copies, you would claim you composed, but can you hoes stop me, or drop me to top me with just a cipher, who plans to stand this man that stood right for, types of, rhythms that wits em with musical fares, but as no one assists him, we listen for our refusal to impair, so where?, we mob and rob strolls, insanity is ****** to be calamity in souls, numb claps of bums can't match the drums so some attach hums but it snapped no sums, I strum, a weeping achievement and sleep with guitars that's scarred, bereaving, believing I'd reach stars, but it's ******* this boulevard, in fact all streets, plagiarizing "can you spare dimes?" to try to shine on wall street, all speak and cause heat, so I'd rather just hit pause and not repeat.
Cyclone Dec 2019
It's like traveling the seas, the breeze blows with ease indeed, you can only lead ones you cannot seize, read in this breed to know greed and pain, power of the love above knows their games, the same said for reasons I tread on thin ice, whether nice or precise the spice comes from advice off sight, uptight in light, you saw the sin in me, upright at night, it might be the beginning that comes with beauty and trimmings, it brought me winning but struggling, hugging upon your rugged physique, you'll still be shrugging, loving each other, kissing and hugging, but do we play?, no, covering up emotions, my notion had made my halo, individually we lay low, but what would be next, wearing rubbers in a moment still brought unhealthy ***, you bet, **** and ***** wet, we may let our guard down, but the pleasure went away, now we stray with scarred frowns, can't blame this hard town, but the path that we take, only knowing how you're flowing proves you're real or you're fake, but I guess we didn't know, so where did we go, rough travel in the seas, we are where we were before.
48 · Dec 2019
In Living Color
Cyclone Dec 2019
I claim I love a colorful world and live a colorful life, but I'm afraid to admit that I'm afraid of the rainbow inside of me?... I'm afraid so. Despite this, my true colors are exposed. But am I afraid now? Not when I think it's all just black and white. I'm gon be alright, being color-blind....I guess.

Antics? frantic for graphic evidence to calculate these acts, but acting scandalous when all the scandals start to be added with padded practices of trances, the romanticism of rants that's animated, and colorful to make the pessimism aided, dated to take effect when effects signal that the cause has laws of flaws, thawed through it's nature, artistic but not sophisticated, easily plagiarized, but cause I'm wise, I could never charge you, not cause it's hard to do, but I realize, it attracts eyes, lust if you must but never trust your ******, keep it inside, cause it proves it subsides, see it for what it is, not how you call it, more power to you, even if you don't resolve it.

     Help me dawg, I got caught up in this doggy-dog world where I chased away all the pussycat!. It was something I could've earned from the pussycat besides getting ***** though; the everlasting feminine quality of not pussyfooting when it comes to growing some ***** and letting it all flow, letting it all show, still be conscious though. That's my new m.o. you know. Let things come, show, flow, and go.
48 · Jan 2020
Murder-Suicide Quote
Cyclone Jan 2020
We're villains to the things we fall victim to.
48 · Jan 2020
I Won't Play Hero
Cyclone Jan 2020
Your pair of eyes, must be paralyzed, tell me if I went too deep in my receipt that was repeating we survived, though we breached the biggest peak of true deceit that reached the sky, were we dead?, gone?, wrong about the songs that beat us blind?, catalyzing sense of rising, bright horizons might defy, the delusion we're refusing, all our pupils might be high, dying from the risk of trying, all your shying, I accept, cause the moment I embody ancient Romans, I get swept.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Illegally impaired, I legally had tasted the despair of being there, it's fair, I was better than that but didn't care, so why should my well being just dare, to use something carelessly abused, I'll save you the time, stay out of my shoes, until I find I can't live without you, of course apologize, cause I should never doubt you, I'm in no place to judge but I feel I'm facing judgment, cause I don't check that *** when you pass doing nothing, you're lucky that you're not my kid, I don't know what your people did, but I got a bid to put my foot in, I couldn't-stand to see me in you, so it's one on one, come on, me and you, the tools for a healthy deul fools likely a psyche that's highly superficial, exceptions to the rule, I know, black on black crime official and I wish it was a simple way to put it, but I know I couldn't.. I can't tell you bout it, instead I'd rather show you, feels like I'm getting under your skin, I told you.. I feel I'm holding my grudge back, I'm better testifying difficult and exercising principles that clarify the clarity no man can guarantee, cause it was fair to me.
48 · Jan 2020
Resistance
Cyclone Jan 2020
Contributing my constitution to your illusions...was misconception infecting to make your arguments get fraudulent?, brought a bargain to a sergeants bliss and flawed assists, oh my gosh, a twist, a bonds' a *****, is dawn a myth?, shall you con to skip, pawn my grip, so I slip?, and make a revolution necessary temporarily, things we alter come to falter if it spars in altars, never fulfilling but is killing further growth in partners.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Catch me if you can, I know I'm going no where fast, so who can last till the end?!, I crossed the line too much, perpetual winner, a self proclaimed perfectionist refusing the title, survival of the fittest truly was my crutch, you tell me such, I'm taking your life and who survives you, not used to saying I'm done, I can't determine when the tournament has simply begun, however, I got some faith that this can be won, waste a one and only killing two birds with one stone, it's a 2 for 1, so now I got twice the chance to single out a countless and habitual duo bringing loopholes, who knows, a way out when laid out senseless, I tried my best under duress but stress less please!, it's burning the daylight, and nights, are darker than they ever been, it seems that these full moons never end, I feel I'm howling, so no one can understand I'm drowning.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I love this ever changing relation we have, through good and bad, we were better off seeing ourselves exposed, as true lovers, we're more than just friends, but why we always have to shed tears over this, we gon be alright!, but only if the same rules apply see I don't know why you wanna do you, when it's easier to follow me, and get the same results and some, it's a handsome offer isn't it, making promises, I promise you, I honestly broke them before, I guess it's fun cause see we always come back for more, the decency we only recently would hope bloom and get us in the same bed, the same sheets, the same room, I hope the words come out, and hopefully the word transforms into something that was bigger than the power of the tounge, word up!, I can see it!.. words can't even explain what I see for us, mysterious but fearless, curious, I wanna know, why my heartbeat remains slow, maybe I know or don't care, cause I know it will go there, but know it was still-easier said than done, I've done time, so in time, I know it will show itself, and be a healthy thing to move towards for our health, we need to help each other get there, don't you know we need to be there?
Cyclone Dec 2019
Got flak for being a clout chaser, I used reverse psychology and praised them for being haters to approve my agenda. It's what the world revolves around these days besides glitters I used to criticize current day rappers for glorifying; I recently bedazzled my footsteps to follow, made em all blind, materializing this path as if it's the way to heaven. It's hell to get here but as long as you believe in yourself, and don't let nothing cross right under your nose, sniff out the bloodthirsty fish within this ocean, the current does make a way for others soon to follow, never have no worries. Quite a smart *** I may be, or maybe I lost my mind, no regrets at this point, it evens out; you should get your sensitivity back once the high comes down, but do it over, and over, and over again.
48 · Dec 2019
Smoke Sumthin
Cyclone Dec 2019
Ah yes, history repeats itself don't it?, I pray that it will teach itself, won't it?, but when I see it's all in my hands, I had trouble comprehending what to plan, I can't fade away been faded long enough, but let me show you just why this system was tough, I trip, trip, trip till I tripped upon this, and I finally could grip since not here or now, I'm still up in this mix, now with people that I mixed with, though I still was ignorant with what this **** was mixed with, ready for the consequence, euphoria with paranoia, I guess I seen it all, yes I mean it all, standing tall feeling I could never come short, but you blow it and I'm forced to see the stars again, I wish I was the brightest one... but then, what if I blackout and lose control, the light must never leave me, come fill the void of my black hole, feeling disconnected from the universe, I unite with the emptiness that light could never touch, and such, them people be like "see me when you see it right, you freely in this prison feeling needy for what is needed, just free yourself!", but I did already!, I felt I wasn't ready!, my dreams could be heavier, proving they could carry more weight than highs could, but then would I put too much on my shoulders?!, more then I should?!...YEAH, I WOULD.
48 · Dec 2019
Open to New Messages
Cyclone Dec 2019
The message from the harp embarks a sharp quest in the chest, the heart, I part to start tests soon to bless, this desolate, desperate deficit, make it exquisite, cleaning up the mess is requisite, make the best of it, long time gone but the song hits me real strong, put me on wrong, watch me yawn, at dawn the fawn like swans is calm, still knowing it faces danger, the fight-or-flight sight ain't strange, arranged anger, or fear, the tears may steer to my stress, time acts timeless when blind to ******, rewind back the raps to tap and see swirls, when I start to twirl, I hurled no free world, I'd see girls with curls and boys poise confused, a never straight response from cons that's abused, amused just to use and fuse to one heart, but knowing I would lose, I'd choose the blues harp.
47 · Dec 2019
Open-Close
Cyclone Dec 2019
This open-close game jokes with poses closest to your focus, stop-go, know no one broke this, hopeless though I stroked with flow, the way we grow provokes us with the sight today, that's why we think we got the right-of-way, the brightest day if I may- gave our darkest gems, I'm penning memories, that would send seven enemies, only meant for me to backtrack, trapped in a flashback, foreshadow the more travel to trackback, the fact that still I lack cracks codes to hack roads, to the soul drove round the globe to the grove, in this cul-de-sac, where I reached the dead end, attention met sin, ceased blessings, brought tension to a tense intersection, an offence bleeps sense, splinters hit connections, spit sessions to assess and attest guests, story of a lifetime, who's the host, guess?, nothing more, nothing less, just something best, that will explain and defame this stressed quest, go east, go west, open, close souls, no reply in the eye, what a shy troll, why stroll in the street with the right-of-way, just to go but reverse then die today, my high would say it's a game where you hit this, but if you miss, take a **** and resist risks.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Instantly hitting me, spitting sick scenes of wit knit dreams, essence with honest presence, seconds of menacing the dense pretense theme, focusing, noticing quotas, though I'm woken, I'm at ease, to please means to freeze this breeze blowing trees to deepened seas, you'd think I'd sink to steepen this disease?, creative, though these invasive basics takes what's innovative, memes, but some already seen em though, drain a man's game now he strains his alter ego, me though, sees so much zero hero, some negroes and other people, keep those, elements, only peep them telling it efficiently, wonder if this **** will hit me instantly,
DISTANCE ME.
fore another exhibition ******* me, STITCHING ME.
47 · Dec 2019
Diary Of a Menace
Cyclone Dec 2019
Dear Diary,

It seems they love to detain me, they let these chains be on me for years, I let my gun pop to multiple crooked cops, when will this pressure stop, been shedding some tears, my life style's changed, I'm switching my gears, hope this judge will free me, I'm on parole, killed a person again, steady losing control, I'm wondering when they'll let me out of this hole, I rot and get old as I stress out the blues, I envy a brother just cause he has better shoes, I'm owing the LORD lots of more praises and dues, he gives me a way but still I **** and refuse, now I'm labeled a menace, you tell me what I can do?, society grudges and judges me, I'm feeling I'm through, why they always judge me, why they always judge you, they just oblivious and hypocrites that pick on the few, although your saying is true, cause I'm ****** up in the head, got only 2 months till I will lay on that bed, execution is key!, death is more likely instead, cause I'm addicted to killing and feeling demons and dread.
47 · Jan 2020
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.
47 · Dec 2019
Win Or Go Home
Cyclone Dec 2019
I had the choice to rock the show or either go home, I chose to give 2 cents and speak sense through this microphone, I saw the crowd and thought my mindset was just on it's own, but by the silence of the crowd I knew I'm not alone, I'm just a baby on this world I'm looking pacified, how can I say that I had quit and I ain't never tried, to find the talents I possess and know my other side, reminisce reflections of depression and be satisfied, I'm just a person who's been worsened and became a burden, who knows if I had gave an effort I would still be learning, about the passion that's inside of me that's steady burning, but naw I'm lazy as **** that's why heart is yearning, I'm turning cold to things around me now I'm cold blooded, steady just copy the world so when it floods I'm flooded, if you would toss the pain to me, I'd probably say I love it, it's just a matter of time before I'm dreaming of it, we all got talents that we don't know that helps our health, if you'd just open your eyes and focus on yourself, you'd probably think of it greater than fame and all the wealth, now what I'm saying to you, I should tell myself.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A cold heart makes the blood boil, though blood is thicker than water,

I want no bad blood around me to foil my love for you

speaking your truth, and I'll tell you no lies, when you came with

wine I will never hate our drunken love that's rich in its taste,

it's a beautiful time, I'll drink it out an hourglass to savor the moment.
47 · Jan 2020
Accomplishments
Cyclone Jan 2020
Let accomplishments caution exhaustion, and be astonishing, though quickly abolishing what's not audible, provable, solving and solemn, the problems' vague if necessities not bringing out the best in me to test my plead, the greed will lead if not freed, must conceive so you relieve with elements to breathe made to feed, all your forms that never reached norms, instead exhausting sense, soon dispense knowledge in swarms to form accomplishments.
47 · Dec 2019
The Job is Never Done
Cyclone Dec 2019
A cookie crumbles. And lemons are juiced. Why the **** should I be sweating when I'm not challenged against my grain? 9-5 ain't enough. I want my body to be honest and bring fatigue when my bones start to turn into powder and my body starts to crave water, evaporate it, vaporize it, anything that repeats the cycle to let me know my evolution is turning me into a superhuman. I can't save you anymore. You're lazy, love should only call when the other party wants to take one for the team. So I won't return your calls until you come crawling back and beg me for the job cause now you need it more than ever. You're poor. And now it's a depression and all of us are dying to be rich. Is it too much to ask for? I want loyalty more than ever. Don't call in or put in a two week notice, cause then I'll come and evict you, confiscate all you got, and leave you worse than before. I'm uncle Sam in these situations. Don't try to test me, ***** better have my money!
47 · Dec 2019
Number 1 Enemy
Cyclone Dec 2019
I see speech not free, talk that walks as chalk on boards, stalk the faults of these vaults that halts the more greetings breath free, empty, tempting to be, lengthy, time ticks and bets me, that it will only set me, messy but zesty, you pet me for varying but just carrying off of your controls, gold seems to be in your hold, and folds solemnly, the ****** to your ideology, I'd love to say sorry but parties stay so you borrow me, darkness follows me, probably it's the poverty partly, and provably, I adore this, so by just that, it's enormous, the swarms of torment, is an ornament that decorates, pecks and paced you and me, masquerade, both of us poking us, we were bad today, had to say, I was just playing in, stalling and crawling, but you would ball in Mercedes-Benz, your behalf laughs at my half and I accept it, peaking my pain in my brain, I'M SELF-ARRESTED.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A genius in my pen game, I'm illustrating how I'm at a lost of words, my mind drew a blank!, pulling words out the air that was lighter than a feather and brought you and me together, I'm just bound to have these butterflies forever, supposed to be dense and packed, but I work with what I got, it's made from scratch, I had a little mustard seed moving mountains like it's nothing, I respect manhood but it's always up to something just a wild *** new beginning that was in the works, soon hatched an idea and new potential had its birth, disciplined it just to represent its will, soon bringing to life what was threatened to be killed.
46 · Dec 2019
It Takes a Village (Hood)
Cyclone Dec 2019
Called me an *** kissing, fast class miscreant, I beat his *** now they found me mistreating him?, what about me, taking heat in these judgemental days, I got sprayed, so I strayed, with the homies I played, we played games getting famed off those rap battles, got tackled, but found my shackles, now we're in a close battle, but when we scratch, I get detached and stop my raps, leave them fools to bruise and now they popping caps, and I'm not strapped, so I'm back scrapping square one, cause after that, I'm cracked and I'm the only one, Impending suspension sentence is done, back in class, he judged my status, harassing, but did I **** his ***? No I didn't, I never went in when they hitting turned to blasting clients, remember Mama's spoken word, "Violence ends with silence", so with that knowledge, I retreat with those preached goods, turn your cheek beyond the hood, things go as they should, hood can really paint a picture as a prime example, in fact it's ample when you think all things, you can handle.
46 · Dec 2019
State Of Flow
Cyclone Dec 2019
Incandescent in shows with his fluorescent flows, an adolescent but so, he can sense the hoes, another influence, pursuing with his fluency, doing what few be viewing as wooing for the truth of immunity, the youth in community, he knew to cater to, without the labor that tries to favor impunity, somewhat a savior to you and me, cause later our behavior brought us blasting caps and raps that always chipped our tooth and lapped around these evil claps, we're puny see, though we cannot hide how we divide inside this tide though petrified, we abide by these ruins b, skewing, that's what's ******* me, spewing to unravel that collateral, damage to the unity, that opportunity now faces scrutiny, and soon to be, more than just a war, it's the morbidity core, take a spoon of me, and test infested pestilence, digest, divest defense of it's suspense to know he's making sense, tense, you will condense his chapter, dense, you'll more than scent disaster, rinsed, your thirst is quenched and soon this rapper claps and shares his laughter, after this, fracture is froze, and we're composed of the pose not as hoes, but eager to set goals, self-control of the felt, chosen flows.
46 · 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.
46 · Dec 2019
Gotta Bite the Bullet
Cyclone Dec 2019
I know that I'm not bulletproof, was only left for dead just a few hours ago, I picked my poison, only brought a knife, not cut enough to cut the sudden script of how I meant it to go, my time perception clearly ****** and just had minutes to know, what I wanted simply can be haunted, conflicts conflicting with reality convicted with the dead man, feeling like I'm buried alive, at the moment when I felt that I could make a calculated return, only slated to burn to just align with the truth.. but that was fine cause it teaches the youth, though I don't want them to shoot, what was in it for them?.. higher chances of not growing my stem, I get em!
Cyclone Jan 2020
At this moment, I'm available to reach 24/7, 365 days, putting in overtime till that 80/20 rule compensates me for this period...
45 · Dec 2019
Exposing
Cyclone Dec 2019
Stabbing it, appearing passionate, establishing havoc, they're fabricate, I'm just laughing, it's elaborate tactics that have the cracks in it, flashing pics, they're thrashing their master, and only plaster it, ain't no use in masking it, now some turn to asking if, BLASTS, be the last task fore they choose to quit, jab what you can't tab adds a reduced grip, vast with the new quips, sparse to attainment, fast when they move lips, hearts in containment
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm gaining strength and there's no stopping me, but still I slowly do a bob & weave, underachieved huh?, but peep out the story in real speed, those were the people that killed me, all that remains is only my brain intact, and really it still bleeds, needless to say all of my hate is pride that never hides, if there's a moment to be humble, I'll be silent as we speak................. I'm undercover but the boundaries are fair.. so ones that know me from here are one's that never go there, you wanna switch sides?, it's a long way down, so tell your friends you're out of town and out of excuses..., the course is free, I'm worry free, I'm being me- I speak for all, shut the **** up, you don't know me, so slowly get hands off my dome piece, cause no one can read one's mind, you'll find trouble, I try to be humble but yet stumble on these motherfuckas that try to start trouble is it my fault, reality by default, there's nothing clearer, I'm nearer to death because I fear you being near to me, if not I'm close enough, he tries to say that I'm too harsh to him..but I caught him in his feelings, made it hard for me to feel for him, but out the kindness of my heart.. I'll only do me, so simply give me 50ft.
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
45 · Dec 2019
Stark Marks
Cyclone Dec 2019
My dark twist, my stark marks is heartless, bare to the soul, can't control regardless, this hardship, can't seem to resist, now grip this, I can clip both your fists that missed to flip this, 5 tips I have, never, never, never, never, never cross the path of fast grabs, cause then you blast to last, it's so promiscuous, I must insist to us that it's vast, rambunctious, punching this punctual man that made plans, for this luncheon, no munching off hands that's so bland, must expand, never hit the fan that damns fate, correlations with its rotation, notations of polarization that I state, and though I hate to space, I placed differences in instances, the distance is great, so I can't evade cases when our laces get loose, the diversity curses me and the races it groups, though I love it to a certain extent, I do resent, when we adjourn bent by hints without our scent, sitting in the park, embark on dark twists, marks I made stark that start as heartless.
45 · Dec 2019
Seein' Ghosts
Cyclone Dec 2019
Was a ghost, closest to focus?, No he's hopeless, but my eyes require glasses, the fastest call my tactics practice, the phantoms strapping what's about to happen?, collapse assassins with all my passion and cap the fashion, but yet they stashing and steady scratching, I'm wide awake, hard to handle these channelled scandals like Watergate, to them it's hard to hate, and me it's hard to take, shape fate off heart rate and sharp stakes, soon depart states, through a smart scope, and reside in Caribbean, free from sharks that stroke.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Your crown beauty was never truly your only Lucy, you rocking smoothly through other duties, your songs and movies, what we cruelly will claim is groovy is only cruelty, if it's stressed that it's our best while still resuming, presumed a cutie, this was a bully that came to fool me, now just consuming what hummed as crooning explodes to booming, looming and zooming for blooming will only turn to pruning, the past Lucy seduced me, introduce me loosely.
Cyclone Jan 2020
My family tree is losing it's branches.. but chances of me to leave em alone?, I cut off what doesn't belong simply, as long as we get along, you represent what still bears fruit which I judge by, you'll last, for many seasons due to reasons that your labor stays true to our tradition, we're fruitful, the bad apples exposed trying to be what they aren't, their pride blocks our nature, which is truly an art, I try to get the other trees to plant our seeds of wisdom cause I notice that their offspring seemed to lack a vision, as far as this goes, I can't handle the nightmare, they stare at them blind to legacy which can bite back, and might smack mine out of peacetime, mad cause I feel our proximity was closer than it appeared, mainly, the single mother home which I resent but never had solutions to present to my discomfort, I wanna confront, but I notice her son, carries weight upon his shoulders that was too much for one, I fear his future deeply, technically mad at the mother who was creepy to me cause I feel she sleeps on it, the man of the house, but it's sad how the disciplined child can make the worst parent, and it's apparent, in most, not all, so I can only hope, and pray, someday, it is the other way, for me, but who am I, to judge?.. your next door neighbor that holds a grudge, if I tried the 50/50 I would never knew what hit me, so I knew the 80/20 rule was what had bit me, do the math, then we all failed as a whole, cause over half lost control, that's deep, I should've paid attention cause I knew that it was on to something, now I understand why I couldn't handle nothing.
44 · Dec 2019
Live In The Moment
Cyclone Dec 2019
Tell me the truth about how my lively spirit gave you life again and was something to live for, lie to me about how you love me to death and shall death do us part, my life was something to die for, we're together but alone in this, enjoy and indulge in our affairs with growth that feels it lasts forever, till the truth strikes us both to see things clearly, take it serious but don't regret our last moments, know that there is light at the end of the tunnel, darkness never lasts eternity, open eyes sense reality when the speed of light constricts the pupils to the simplicity of truth, I know you know it's true because your pupils dilate in our deep conversation, allowing me to see the intimacy through the windows to your soul as simple as love causes us to see things differently than before, die with the truth that our energies could never last a moment apart from one another; put your life on it.
44 · Dec 2019
Voice That Carries
Cyclone Dec 2019
Thoughtfully hearing this blind dream, I cautiously try to steer cause I'm nearing its crime scene, voices from choices had poignancy, it may be annoying me, but it works just accordingly, it's toying me, so who's employing me, no one just but myself, I can claim to be getting help, but what's next when nothing is felt, DEALT!, with dying wealth, declining health had sadly, assassinated the rated least hated, so sugar stabbing me, instead of grabbing me, babbling with all her love, she's dabbing her way to having a SAVAGE known as a ****, but do I bug, no scrubs, stub, devotion see, songs that tells the heart, sets apart, I'm starting with potency, but how deep is my love when none promoting me, will I keep it cool, be a fool, by pulling the low in me, blowing its cover had lovers hovering, told the tree, I'm gone visit back with my gat and tap in this poetry, now pat my back as I snap by capping this dream by CHOICE, woke up and I broke up by choking on this demeaning VOICE.
44 · Dec 2019
The World's a Ghetto
Cyclone Dec 2019
My mental state stability and ability gives me the chance to grow, count my blessings in this ghetto reality show, ain't like before where my savings had small amounts, call my card and just had change in both my accounts, I got the bounce from the wise man right on the streets, "If you want peace, settle and never unleash, and when you teach watch you reach across different backgrounds, never think something is lost just cause it's not found, it's all around up and down and it's evident, the more the world gets faster, it's gets more prevalent, so keep yo head in it, diligence murders pestilence, hope you getting it hearing it but I can tell your x-ing it, so keep your negligence you fouling child in mind, I got no time for the ones that live life blind".
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