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Cyclone Dec 2019
Cocky enough to say, you addressed it, your humble pies' all been digested, a taste of your medicine, a bitter pill to swallow, but never considered what tends to follow.. had a really sore day, it's appetizing ain't it?, tainted by your greed just to have it your way, and it's the poorest memory to numb it, love the richest sensation of emptiness that's coming from the stomach, you seen death, seems right for the moment, fall over knowing that it's all over, the overhaul from the overall weight of a cover up, feeling that the others touch luck, **** ****, don't give a ****, your mentality that ***** you in the ***, giving birth to a curse curve, curse words say "**** straight paths!", left your *** dead, get your head out your *** ***-head, you feed on your *******, never lead ****, greed at the pulpit, who's it telling lies till you lose it, moonlit at the graveyard shift real wounded, the capacity, to contain such audacity, that's BLASPHEMY, and trash indeed, hash of ****, that's blown away, and passed to thieves, the last's for me.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Seek for humility​, but know my ability to increase to stability with agility, in this facility where it's build and destroy, the fragilities durability furiously is curious, serious with its toys, respectively causes noise, collectively and expectedly set to be to annoy, the poise, somewhat avoids void, but the only joy is a break, makes self hate, hoping FAKE compensates, the great take, baked in the mind, cold down to lymph nodes, told I was fine, rewind everytime all my dimes spent to hatred, only knows patience to create pain ancient, maintenance for cadence to fry the hellish desperation, being shy is being selfish, that's my little inspiration, for the fact of consideration that I saw misuse in me, others wage war against self, that wasn't new to me, enemy and friend, you're hoping they don't pretend on their end, defending what we think to offend them, but the truest gem finds and defines you, beating round the bush, you can push, this will shine too, half a picture drew, knew it was killing me, blank on the other side, lying with HUMILITY.
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 Dec 2019
I'll never be great if I'm only good at channeling greatness in my right mind, but since two wrongs don't make a right, I might actually be right about what I said but since I was at the wrong place at the wrong time when I said it, I was wrong all along, and I knew I was right from the jump about only speaking when spoken to, but in the aftermath, I felt it only would've been right if I referenced this at the right place at the right time, but since I didn't, it came out wrong and I'm right about that.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Calling out the life I live when I choose not to bust, I feel I'm going nuts with no rush to adjust me, no girl can feel my pain when I just hold it in, we're holding hands knowing it was time to part ways, the things within my closet I may never own, if I never kept it fresh, just as dry as bones, simply picture drama piling as we speak, feeling on an island where you're just among the weak, sit on it in disbelief, wishing your belief was uncertain, just behind the curtain you was hurting to find it wasn't, nobody to trust, everybody knows your gullible, anybody capable of taking your power, now you say "**** the world" but the world rapes cowards, and maybe I was guilty of it, what the hell we beefing for, years after I felt I embodied a castration, I could say I found myself, claiming desperate reparations, buying yet another day, living just another lie, though it gets repetitive cause now I'm running out of time. OR MAYBE I'M JUST PLAYING WITH MYSELF! AND IT HELPS JUST TO MAKE IT LAST LONGER.
Cyclone Apr 2020
It was mine, such a pretty dime driven in time, funny how the sun shuns puns gunning its shine, what you're seeing we must still define, running in line, we called it fine till we skipped our grip so tripping brought scripts of crime, the curse just reversed the vine, died when sipping wine, tried divine ***, minds hex, the next sublime rhyme, so rewind when I grind to share my spine, tear it and don't repair it, wear my carrots to spare the dime.
Cyclone Dec 2019
They said I was an old soul, sole on his own still swole off the sugarcoating rhymes???!! in these bittersweet times still spitting sweet nothings to these women throwing salt on his wound of love, wishing karma could show him love from showing him attention, this retention is detention for being a **** boy ***-hopping, he hopes it soon listens, and says, "I know you love to live, you just hate how you living, you're easily forgiven", paying his dues to choose life or death, he's left not knowing what is left in him..this lifestyle, reserved for the baller cats putting hits on his dawgs switching sides, we ride and celebrate on selling hate to street rats comfortable with purchasing our plan to take the streets, "Sit down or be shot down and never stand tall" was the battle cry so they come with support, recruits coming off the streets dying for this ****, that simping is a version of pimping that makes you broke, catch up to speed with the players that broke the law, but leading a nation to be the greatest one you saw.
Cyclone Dec 2019
My everything is overdue, I don't know everything, so this is dedicated to you, I made sure I would check you too, cause my **** is together and I respect all in support, what can I say about a give and return?, I just reflect on what I earn, you live, you learn.. if there, it's mine, if theirs, it's fine, cause, I do what I wanna do, while doing what I was supposed to do, you noticed?!, though the hardest thing for me today was keeping you focused, I just, scream "holla if you hear me", though I felt I have to come with the hands so you can feel me, and fear me, middle fingers up if you know how I get down cause I'm all for the ladies but I wait to put a ring on it, I like using that finger to keep her hot, for the moment of truth, that's all we got, girl, I'm ******* with you, and I only ***** with you, that's word and will be the loveliest words you heard from me for now, will the sunshine shine when I smile?, or be forever cloudy till I make you a child, I just wait a while, pray a minute, yes I cry, know my limits, knowing how life can be, when you're in it to win it.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
With that, chip on your shoulder, it's hard to mold you, I see you soldier, we're deranged, engaged pain, the strain scolds you, blood is colder when we look over the boulder we strapped, so when we clap our own caps, we get trapped, was every act its own rap or gaps that happened either by mapping or slacking the use of facts, I'm slapped and almost snapped, harassed but always laughed, my path may stash the cash but blood baths makes that ash, whoop my ***, you last only to get slashed, passed every task, but add math of GOD'S wrath, you grew like grass, I'm clapping cause I'm your only witness, really I'm an actor, my tractor assassinates your business!, within this, it's hard to finish the fitness of a pro that wishes this, replenishing of his innocence, who knows of PHOTOSYNTHESIS??!!!
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
Cyclone Dec 2019
Charging on my visa cause an idea was just a cheater, funny how I claim my finances was my new leader, pleasant to meet ya mister preacher, come on challenge readers, instead of trying to make us feel good, try to make us seek the, truth behind the church, it hurts when we know the worse, so put us first before I burst, and end up in a hearse, know that it's hard to teach some with your visual, look at me, I'm just a self made individual, better judged as a criminal that blows and punishes his family, situations facing tracing with the inner man in me, this insanity, is ramming me with loose cannons, affecting more than just my health, it brought a greater famine, of me just somewhat standing lost in the imagery, that I need riches for these stitches, ******* feeling me!, really they peeling me!, they know they got me in they bubble, they're grouped up in huddles further bringing me the struggle, put me in the puddle, baptize is the only answer, need to induce an inner truce before I die of cancer, the devil's plague, it is opaque, I need to see, the greater truth behind myself before I'm questioning the whole sermons vermin.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Laugh now, I'll be the last to laugh, you care to join?, what a clever quote to coin, it's stupid!!, but you pick, just how you respond alone, a story that is not my own, his love was on the rocks cause his heart was stone, weathered the storm to erode, the broken down code, that said he was prone, to his sensitivity, you could easily become his enemy or frenemy, pretend to see what he believes?!, I'm just a make believe counselor, that preaches he can just achieve what he sets his dreams to, I didn't want to put myself in unclean shoes, he ain't on my level to level up, and reach for his goals, it's embarrassing to represent what you had sold you sell-out, simply, simps cannot bailout when there's a chain clamped on em, assume your position and cry your anthem, it's a nation slugs that slither and shot for nothing, it's never a blank or jam, ****,  the chip on my shoulder, I chip away, no more slipping and falling, I grip and stay.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Acrobatic acts are active, flexible, textual, intellectual, ready for your gimmicks that mimic in this Olympic show, finish for encouraging citizens in my residence, the support is evident check in it's wide out prevalence, best in it will meet to the qualifications, thank my patience, through this matrix, blatant behavior opposes what I'm taking, watch the making, of open dreams shatter to what it seems is a scheme, take the meme given and passed to riddled teams, vivid themes shows a nose must not smell what it knows when its dozed, open past obvious stockiest odors that make it close, head to toes, sense for the foes that blows the highs to lows out of proportion, watch for extortion, fortunes mean to pose threats to scholars prepped for tech, and acrobats, check for where your heart is at and study stats that tell the facts.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Study the science of alliance then judge my clients on their reliance, watch my shadow fight different battles while reflections tattle, follow me to the hollow tree the knowledge be, hidden inside its eyes wise sorrows be, through sociology, biology mutates from true face, watch a blue face stem from two mates that were caught in flu case, escape is too late, this tainted cool aid makes a fool ache, now watch the rules take my soul through holes that pose the new quakes, I'm bout to lose faith, but angels tell me lose my pure hate, cause this world's two faced, and love will lead you to those two gates.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
As I'm moving up the ladder.. I found a medium with living large, small talk matters, but locked within this talk that for LIFE..  that you being a prisoner- can never break from the prisoner mentality because you guard it with your life!, just a theory from a thesis that was hard for me to try to debate, I put this on my mama though!.. it seems you die trying!, this can't be living!, I keep my sense of humor though by adding fuel to rumors, this fire and desire is the reason I never plan to retire until I can't take the heat from the kitchen, I love what's cooking and come back for seconds, my family holds it down, I never want to meet my hero, unless I'm a villain and he got time to come correct me, but **** the law, unless I fail to see outside myself my hero will be dead to me cause now I think my parents lied to me, tried to say he existed to scare myself from coming in my own skin, but it's hard to drain his image, especially whenever I sin, if you say I hurt your feelings **** your feelings cause the way I feel about em now is not in denial, you must understand this trial fore you show up, don't try to call it how you see it if you never been there where I was, TORE UP.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The interest in future living is following me, I push the limits so they give me the college degree, seems the way how things advance it limits a chance, reminisce on how he glanced, enhanced, but with a timid stance, I only dance and prance when I see a value, in my soul that knows blows it can tackle, stuff is a hassle but failure is what I always taboo, personal custom, I'm seeing something in me so shall you, find the man in the mirror and get the picture clearer, once you vision things once, it's only getting nearer, and the life you compel determines what you sale, ripe stripes, or fright that proves your life was stale.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Scatter the scavengers on this avenue, you got mad cause we were lively spirits and was laughing at you, we were raisins in the sun while you blazing just for fun, I would join you but my session is dead and gone, so no leftovers to feed off, no takeaways to sleep on, there's only meat to beat off, that gives diminishing returns, keeping you up, but you don't know what's up, you're not perfect for this role, you were too old to show what you got, you got nothing, these others showing something, they have some potential, but scratch it, I'd like to play you playing you, just to show you how you cheat yourself and beat yourself, never had the time of day to meet yourself and greet yourself, I deserve a standing ovation, I played my part, very well cause you know I'm quite a king at playing drama queen so it only means more drama for you, cause I'm right up on your ***, you must compensate what's due, what is new?, I'm not bout that "What it do?" till you do you and do what you supposed to do, so keep it true, on a clear blue sky day, we love to go our way which is just a way to get away..from what we say we would do, boring days, boring nights, cry me a river of your excuses, I'll pollute with what I know-can do it, it's nothing to it..just a little belief-can be like magic, and tragic for you, when I prove it.
Cyclone Aug 2020
Write for the future to erase the past,
run out of ink.. it's not my last pen,
it's pending!,

penmanship and companionship,
we collab and know the aftermath
put us in the current,

was I ready for the world
cause I'm scared for the world now?!,
will I die for this ****?!,

I used to say I'd ride for this ****
till they pulled me off the road and I'm tired,
I was hardwired to fight back and tried,

didn't try hard enough!!..
so does it matter if I say that your life even matters?!,

I was running out of answers,
plus I want nothing to do with the clueless,
useless time that's a waste!..

I'd rather make haste and abide by the rules,
that GOD made for you and me..
the things I try to get you to see...
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?
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
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 Jan 2020
Blurry places, that's how we hurried cases, it's not pretend, want you to comprehend these gems and mend these worried faces, sips of thunderbird, I gripped it as I splurged, I saw the purge, but I heard, I'm reserved to swerve, to pits I cannot miss, diss bliss with every kiss, that's how we switched to a *****, pitched in every ditch, and so I hear you not, travel to my spot, but soon regret cause my jet left you to rot.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Intended for chilling spines, defining the lines I wrote, procrastination delays us, betraying claiming we broke, high stressing when you're dissecting cause that direction gets sued, and sewing can't keep us flowing cause that's disposing the clues, my soul is chosen for blues, how can I tell it's true, cause in the mirror I picture imprinted scripture induced, my will chill never truce, seems I'm losing my brain, but pain can never detain a troop that shoots it in vein.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'll play your game of pressure, your gestures' my lecture, lesser only proves nothing's tender, remember I'm the student, you're professor, times are hoping we fly steep to die deep, wide ***** when my eyes open and mind sleep, some creep to peep the pleasure instant with no resistance, but I must listen to keep it sizzling, persist existence, here comes the vision with slick precision, I know I'm getting, this women's wisdom has me forgiving cause she got rhythm, although it's plain, this is a game men never win, cause when they're close, they catch a dose of hoes sins, so I begin to celebrate and guess her fate, she makes or breaks my gate when she participates.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I cannot pay a man's dues,
But I can be in his shoes.
I cannot sing him the blues unless he's hurt feeling bruised.
May not completely be true,
but this will probably make him confused.
I may just make him amused,
but I can always be in his shoes.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Freestyle to release these streets, calm beats speaks deep in the sleep, neat inside streaks where we peaked, some diamond and gold, times unfold, rhymes behold bold messages froze, cold shoulder told the lower grower heat is unbearable, sharing 50 parables, made them comparable, inside where hearts are terrible, variables is marital, divorce is like a force, of course the course is seen clerical, shareable, concerns in turn can burn up a swear, catch a smile from when you dialed, but when I answered, you dared, put the cares inside the words I bare, I'm equally broken, outcasts never gasp till their past is spoken, hold a token till I open what its value will mean, sea breeze in the air, when it's fair, it's clean, and the theme STILL demeans that preaching for peace, freestyle for a while, RELEASING THE STREETS.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I got the feeling my notions open in the oceans, waves are my previous thoughts, they dancing with the devious, freely my sparks are coping the motion just by smoking, call it mischievous if you wish, these words are serious, skewing with other viewings, affluent comes with measures, wealthy don't understand the plans wealth has for man, after the lectures, the lone oppressor search for treasures, reality soon he cans, he stands for high demand, looks with a wicked eye, he cries for more supply, body bags ready, it's holding steady cause he's heavy, tsunami makes me blind, the doom I meet unwinds, weary we both get teary, we buried cause we vary IN OUR EVILS.
Cyclone Jan 2020
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Dancing like no one was watching, as the old saying goes, the beat goes on so I put my best foot forward towards change so I'll adapt to it with no resistance. I saved the last dance for you before my favorite record ends and then it's on to something new that'll soon grow on me as time passes. We pass on these genes to the boy that loves to breakdance and the girl that thrives in ballet, perfect cadence with elegance and beauty. They took it a step further I see, So You Think You Can Dance?, if you can't beat em, you minus well join em, one nation under a groove in the name of life.
Cyclone Dec 2019
New mind, new body, one time, one life.. If I'm right, I may die tonight.. get my mind right ready for the wedding, must be committed to a whole new setting......................................
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Living here, it appears you have no fears, tears through the years now appear as atmosphere, evaporation was your friend, it's your confirmation, did my complaining ever rain into your conversations?, probably never, though determined to learn in the better weather, call me clever if I'm wetter with ink in my letters, I'm distinctive on the brink into linking your ways of thinking, though I'm drinking, blinking blinded, you're twinkling, how did I find it?, rewind delighted, invited, despite inciting then igniting this insight into fights we decided, we're divided though we multiply double times then **** em, I study how we nullify puzzled minds but spill em, so they're spread for dread and in my head I must beg for my legs to peg my tread, call me dead cause the LIVE is saying I'm fiction, though they gave good diction in the creatures they reached for submission, so you listen, we don't vision if we're not positioned, in disguise, is the wisdom in bliss or a prism?
Cyclone Dec 2019
My nemesis is the emphasis of skepticism penning redemption, that's a sign they cause tension that's rarely mentioned, true intention is lessened, now confessions are twice self inflicted, we're not decisive, we're conflicted, poetry was goading me to blow a deed, breeds are mistaken, the Gangster's traces soon replaces basis, so they catch cases, can I face it when complacent, no I stare at the sun, Sin City hides pity, so I'm gritty for fun, now let the crisis add spices, take a slice and then shun, at the society though your notoriety is done.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Call me real if I do reveal deals that heal, my appeal is as hard as steel if I conceal father's ordeal, the scars I feel peels ideals, power showers on a coward if he cowers his fears, to be sincere, my every tear hears my cries, to you my dear, appearing clear veers my lies, out my eyes, obtaining truth trains my youth, to recoup, and never droop, loose to truce.
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 Dec 2019
Now another one, coming in kinda common, comments, I'm calling, competent to caution confidence that is conning, one on one, I will bet I'll hit you two for two, when I make your mind count on your heart to live through what I got for you..no denial keeps it fair, the trial, I dare, to end, nowhere, I **** the villain playing a victim, wishing him a long kiss goodnight to his own nightmare, the boy who cried wolf was a black sheep ****** but I'd hate to be the man where the life as a human being I never was the man that could look into the next man's eyes and unite with the man that would see me as a brother, it's when I come to learn I must cut this brother off, knowing him, probably feels that his mother's all he's got, so a brother telling him what he's not but should be, all the hate for his father he presents unto me, since I aint for the kiddy ****, I'm gon give him something he can cry about, now a man's born, he's ready for the world, ain't no more babysitting, daddy's coming home as the piece that was missing.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Game time, at the same time as the baseline drops, as the punchline..comes in..., there's much in.. the bag, as I call all in, falling down the rabbit hole opened up Pandora's box, some ******* when you manage to free yourself and play to win, save sin for subjectivity, an activity at hand, the playing field was my shield so I'm playing it safe, got the home field advantage, not taking no damage, I ran em off, on with the main event, the pain I spent to claim a sense of joy?, boy!, had me fooled for a minute didn't it?, had me thinking bout exploring some uncharted territory.. but take home with me, and plant my flag when all is said and done, I won away from home, in the Superdome where it's hard to collect the correct, I connect and commence the play called.. and execute the plot, with it's extra use, I juice the clock. TICK-TOCK.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A man's plans ******, he scrams as he scribbles, his autobiography automatically, obviously, he knows he's lost, the loss from a curse, even worse this was ever since his birth, momma never seen it, daddy never knew it, plus I'm adding to it.. I should stop should I?, I'll just illustrate it further, I was authorized to do so, no ***** work, it's as clean as it comes, you know it's real as you come and go, the deadliest flow, for the one's that deny.. they wanna know how, well I'll let you know why-we traded places going to the lowest of the low, you know, below these hoes we will be sold, behold free gold is fake, qualities they take make it look as if it's squeaky clean till the freaks come out as green in the night, the light of day coming right away, you will die today, can you hang?, you won't come close, being sneakier than most, specimens of this regime work as if they're down to earth, but they're alien to me, I came to find, they're not one of my kind, just the powers that can be that could see me as blind, have a good time but mind me, as being sober, fit to pass this test as I look over my shoulder, I can't keep it low-key, this ignition gotta know me, I'm the definition of high drive in those streets.
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!
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Only odds I might've been born against is the things I would eventually grow into, I understand that I'm not growing taller anymore physically but it's like a salary cap kept me from visioning what could be filling up my pockets and indefinitely exceed the increasing cost of living. I know I've illustrated that the potential to grow is always there and that I'm just itching to get there faster as I get older by the day, and also the strength in numbers that represents a team with a bond with hope to unite the community, but I realize that I must implement a salary cap cause unfortunately some of those people I might invest even just time into can shatter those expectations and have me dismissing them as a bust. Wishing to go out with a bang can't correlate with that, plus that gap still has to be filled with some qualified candidate though they more than likely may be filler just there to tide me over to a more permanent fix. It's basically a draft this is into a temp agency I run until I see enough to have me convinced that they can haul enough weight for the long run. 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, don't hesitate to ask, I don't discriminate, I'm always open, leave a message.
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
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
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
Focus while in your hopelessness, homeless but never boneless, I am the rolling stone in this, prone in my own slowness, closeness to the bonus, hone it not by vicinity, simply said affinity to it, tells your virginity through it, solid fluid, brewed it and grew coldness, heat of the moment boldness, brought little to no notice, somehow, I didn't know this, still the dosage has motive, emotive, it made me bloated, proving that it was recent just looking right at its postage, coast is noted loaded, coated, how I wrote it, afloat by the mopes that voted for it, unloaded, time had showed it coded so some can't erode it, you can claim you never rode it, weaving through, you sowed and told it, imploded soul can go, WOAH, I didn't know I'd show it, poet in my own mind, so I spin my own vibe, just know I took no bribes, this describes just my ride, inscribed to what it made my bride, *******, I just had lied, can't even say I tried, set aside, what's experienced, died to what attacked me deep inside, though a JUST EXPERIMENT.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Blended with intended mends of tenderness, I send for bliss, every stroke I paddle, I must travel for your lavish kiss, perfect is my fantasy but searching for the sanity, opposes with humanity that closes in the vanity, stand with me as I proceed, poetry unfolds my need, lonely, I'm a phony acting coldly but I boldly heed, for a WOMAN'S coming so I summon blushing when we're touching, clutching with affection, my impression mentions love's intentions.
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