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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 Dec 2019
I drop a classic when it's drastic to lay down the law, try to be fantastic and elastic, so my words get far, through all the stress that I feel, it's like I cheat myself, try to stay on top, avoid the risk of repeating myself, there's always room for improvement to never stop this movement, you're either cruising or you're losing either way your moving, the motivation is a sensation where your mind is saying, I'll always make it and never fake it in this life I'm facing.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Knowledge said it was power though it also warned it could get me killed, all across the board, you could see the sword though the pen was real, learned to feel the verses by curses of worth and pure respect, never call him broke if his tokens would prove that you're in debt, seems the element knows, foes pose some kind of help, if he never touched you or judged you, somehow, he minds your health, similar with credit, this is given by the clues, I will only call you ***** where the ***** is only due, just as actions bring reactions, satisfaction brings you passion, it's the pleasure that we measure, if we treasure, then it happens, whether he continues rapping or just choose to tap in soul, it's a change he has brought, so it's the range that he told, turning bold for the good, so his goods are only polished, he just bred what he's fed, in the head, call it knowledge,  knowing all your steps to respect what is real, though knowing what it warns, other's scorn can have you killed.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Perfect pictures of my sister with the symphony I give her, sense appreciation from her in the song that she delivers, saw my brother playing jazz in the past, now he flags, guess he came up with that observation, seeing how it drags, the stained broken glass misinterpreting it's surface when the purpose is determined it was searching in the curses of a hollow body sorrowed as he follows just to borrow, support from subordinate sources, courses forced tomorrow, so as I torch the pile of files defiled, know it's certain, that what you bring to light upon this Earth could close your curtain.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Lay it all down where I lay my head, I feel I've sunk the mothership, coming with this other ****, you could smell it.. I never tell it cause it's right in your face, come to your senses for a second, don't judge me, know your place as an observer and don't be served.. your thoughts saying I should be on top of my ****, I want none of it at all, but this is how you know me, after all this is my life so I can't fake around the homies, something that is solid, I just wish it rather drains in the ocean of thought-from which it all simply came, and much attention paid to it, got me wishing for some new ****, and back at square one trying to shape it out, laid it out where to go from here, and it's clear not to choose to stay far, to bail from the living hell chiefly in the mind, and warrant the amount of trust needed to stay off the radar, though I've had a slump year in the slums, this was homecoming for me but still the cost ain't cheap, with a price on my head and as this dollar loses worth, since birth it was a bullet with my name on it, just not time to strike yet, giving me the time to see it coming, too many false alarms though that always keep me running, alias with daily use, you could call me crazy, I just take it like a man so whatever happens happens, plus I run my mouth as it is, mainly talking bout the way it is, so just imagine how I handle biz.
Cyclone Dec 2019
For your plans to mold me, you sold me to focused homies, stories that you told me would scold me to fold the phonies, no more sitting lonely, I'm growing and showing consciousness, accomplishments astonish responses that launch my confidence, tolerance is in larger margins, I bargain starving, barging parking spots, target these crooked sergeants departing foreign thoughts that's hot, tutor the newest shooter, the loser is the contributor, cruisers are distributors that fool us using a computer.
Cyclone Dec 2019
My last thoughts about us first of all came last cause I first would let them pass, and ask later.. I worried more about it tilI I only offered more to you, I know you want the quality, I speak less, and I'll tell you more about it when the quantity with us being together is more, I need space just to count what we have now valid, it's easy to add more but take away what you had now you wish to add it, I'm only moving forward if I see what's ahead and if I wish to go back-allow for something new and let the old school innovate and invent a new classic, who doesn't love a fresh start?, all I hope is that my flesh will keep an old soul, and be the lover in the dark when the light is dim, if you ask for too much I grin, and say you have a lot to learn, so baby go with the flow, and when you know the time is right call the haters wrong, and there you go, now show me some love.
Cyclone Dec 2019
As simple as it goes and flows the universe within the palm of my hands is just another curse, my ability to attract repels the facts, the right side of my brain remains a class act, five stars taken out of the trillions within the outer space multiple times, I'm always greedy as a needy star, I know myself, I know my worth, thought twice how to express and this is what I came up with, so you can't get enough and I can see it in your eyes, I outshined them so all my competition dies, I love the repetition and I might make an addition that is just enough to heighten my image within your vision, hey world if I think about you.. I'm feeling that you're living off my name as I sing about you, copy and paste my lyrics in your spirit, this is so you're near it but you might begin to fear it. AHH ****.
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
Watch me, ooh we!, who's he?, chase me.. let the better man win, if you let him..and tell him that he's marked for death, I lose, loose, lost by score, I'm sore loser, so sorry, why I gotta be like that?, being me is enough so to speak, follow me!, a little glance is a chance, to enhance and advance, the romance tween us, we must rush and re-up what's lost on our own honeymoon leaving ****** tunes strictly for the kids, for it's the feelings we feel and the struggle that's real that stole our innocence.. and the timidness I hate, but even this would make me gasp.. well if peace is what I make it can I make it last?, or was I in the past?, feeling free at last, though I'm out of gas contemplating how to get out of what I been through, but it's been through, but the pains' here, but I can't fear, what I fought through, so with all due respect it'll cost you, such a loss that I knew might affect you too if I'm not careful..just know it's coming from the heart.. so if love be my rage let my rights be my wrongs..NOW YOU CAN'T SEE ME *******!
Cyclone Dec 2019
The glory days, a story told so many ways, but let me phrase it for beginners in a maze, I'm more than happy just to welcome you within mom & pop shops, barbershops, liquor stores, candyhouse, sugar daddies, we all together in the Sunday Service, it was the one day, we all got along with new purpose, my brother on the block thinks it's beauty on the surface, but he knows goody 2 shoes bad when it's time to walk the walk and rehearse it, he quickly killed my spirit so I ride with my boy, he a real *****, but his tangibles are ****** up, he's trash only treasure to the trash that allows him, to talk ****, you talked back and he lost it, I can't defend you, cause it offends me how you took it first, he's not the first to make excuses, or just to prove a point by pointing out he points the finger at the one who has his hands up, winning our sympathy, made a run for his money, but he just, had his hands out and we said "**** him!", were we a helping hand to his demise?, I'm buried in my hands deeper than he'll ever be, do you feel me?, get a kick out of it as I kick another line, kicking rocks at a crossroads, and soon you'll kick the can, I chose to kick my habit when I lost both legs as a veteran that lost his own mind with the feds, & company.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A conversation studying the heart within the man till we understand how it plays hand in our truth, knowingly salute a troop that always had our back for us and practices his discipline to hold his head and signal youth, simply a collective can invest in this experiment to prove we can grow, can we fail?, I don't know!, if a heart attacks' your way to prove your heart must still exist, it's a news flash for you, your liveliness was missed, how comfortable was you to say till death do us part, if your energy was running out of breath from the start, a question more or less that brings us all to a pause, especially if difficult to find what's the cause, now who's ready for war?, who wants to go and tear up some ****, relations on hold, cause what I hold can expose the ones that pose as a counterfeit, inherit the consequence, and what a coincidence, there's many with incident, attentive to the incentive, I'm killing it all.. one's that don't make it, it's just your fate that you fall, look at these investigations see how they question, but always figure out how we still don't know the lesson, I put it on me at least, to make sure you're put in peace, but what's in it for me?, likely prison with NO RELEASE!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Let's call this exercise, my eyes are wise, spies in disguise, hate to party all night, cause lies light the skies, killing my vibe, but would you ride knowing I don't hide?, love to see tides, despise what's replacing strive, but I'm live, see you wide open from my quoting, my words are potion that is stroking your hoping for us to roast the streets, lying close at the beach, my speech brought me some encroachment cause you like how I speak, and so you're weak, I won't defeat WOMEN that beg, cause what they're fed in their head is their eggs is sped, dread in the fertilized cells, well for hell, if the leader is a cheater that's a stealer of bail.
Cyclone 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?
Cyclone Dec 2019
Trying to make the best out of sticky situations, see my concentrations stationed on the new things trying to **** this same rotation, we had relations but our differences are starting to come through, got some new priorities, number one, I'm gonna stay true, so they can't sue, them right wing motherfuckas try to **** your hussle, see you at the top of your peak and then they bring the struggle, on your bubble, ****, now what is this they got me in, really they your enemies but pretend to be like they your friend, but still it's not the end, study what I gotta do, can't look like another statistic, I work for me and you, getting through, hard but can't regard myself to face the basics, for 18 years I've lived that way and came up contemplating, it's vacant space here there ain't no opportunities, ambition just fuels my vision even if there's scrutiny involved, revolve around the true facts and few cats, don't know where it will lead me to but still I'll bring the proof back, that things done got better after this letter comes where you at, so once I get home it's gon be on brother true that.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Close call, a false alarm, you know we always keep it true, we mean no harm if you respect what we've been through.. you know the danger which I speak of, it was the bridge to walk on, raggedy and rugged, being ***** saying **** it, if I can't see my beauty while I'm down, I'm uglier when I was up, forever I'm down with this ****, so save the *******, I'm raw anyday, anyway, anyhow, many who, bite my style, but won't die being proud, so you live feeling locked down, shot down, shellshocked, and shout out- to Chi-town, it's shoddy, dying for your rights so you will die with your endurance, put that on your life so you can keep your life insurance, I rest assure your life right after death will be amazing, you live within our minds and have us lose our fear of dying though the future's looking hazy.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The pleasure I could get from just pretending, I'd rather taste every case, respect its place in its space, you ever paced fate, draped in your fears, I did, earning bids, how you learn from a kid that how you're raised makes a dark or sunny day, hey, rather work or berserk in the play, and so I stray, bold eyes, cold ties decides pride or lies, and I oblige, to plan to ride my ride, fantasize, you're ****** if I share occupation, cause the duration towards creation only proves who was faking, I'm in the making, yes I'm fusing, ready for the intrusion to cause confusion, hope you bruising from the surge of illusion, my urge has proven, I'm itching, with my right to petition, I fight the friction, no *******, cause LIFE IS A MISSION.
Cyclone Jan 2020
The parents gift to cherish what they bring to life has somewhat perished, so what I'm bearing is a daring towards my inner caring, eliminate sharing through this pairing brings a greater difference, when I held him in my arms I saw a new appearance, not physical state but mental mind his potential declined, is he losing how we shined torrential tears now cries in eyes from circumstantial essentials I can't even handle, my thoughts say dismantle my scandals in my mean parental, though I can't stand to find the man to grow, I still must plan to, be the candle that he needs to lead him to substantial LIFE.
Cyclone Dec 2019
How this pondering fostered prospers preposterous thoughts, amongst the conquerors who's sponsored that their monsters was caught, GOD forgive me for my serious, and curious phrase, money comes, go's, flows in mysterious ways, still I'm glad I'm paid, though these days delays, some say they beef for our relief but my belief is it's staged, being right right now but in rare degrees, so let the guarantees bleed cause our cares recedes, see I thought that I was freed and my life would be gravy, but then I proved that I was crazy when some ladies were shady, they shouting pay me, no one saves me, only raised me to drop, it was my fault that I had trusted, now disgusted from rusted plots, it's hard to resist the lust of me cussing and fussing ****, just know that it's a blessing for these lessons and not from luck, though stuck in this multitude where I am bound to lose, I cruise from the clues so my dues I only choose.
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.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Hard times that make me holla, steady working blue collar, my dreams of being a scholar, trying to stack an extra dollar, was a dream I truly sought, after lectures from my father, told me "If there's no career in mind, why the hell you even bother, to live with that ****** impala, ain't no such thing as a balla, politician is the man you follow, or your *** is gone tomorrow!", trying end the pain and sorrow, I wanted to make the change, had a baby on the way, had rent I had to pay, if not, I would still see the rain, but see the rules are all rearranged, don't need professor to figure this out, you must have strong ties, be slick in telling lies, and of course be rich like a ***** no doubt, I swear these rules make me just wanna shout, being like Pelosi can never be real, just living a fantasy, together pops and me, were hung in the clouds, but we both got the deal, may not have wealth, but I swore that I will, care for my family, even if I must borrow, so I can still go to school, I'm not as lazy as a fool, who knows what I can still be tomorrow.
Cyclone Jan 2020
The strangest **** hits me, the feds out to get me, the government is aiming at me blasting but they missed me, cause the LORD is steady with me, pray for ones with lost souls, may be bold, saving the ones from falling right down the hole, their souls is sold, creeping and seeking ones who got power, on this world hundreds and thousands joining at every hour, times get sour, as I still question paths of Earthly brothers, guys who strap bombs to they chest, confess they ain't your brother!, you wanna come send a message to us and scare us all, why must you sacrifice others?, cause you like see to them fall, and us fall!, thought your belief was built on unity peace, people still getting murdered, places destroyed right in these streets, ain't no peace, evil is unleashed at dangerous levels, we are just destined to **** ourselves thanks to the devil, copy off actions from the past and praise sacred rebels, lost souls are getting squashed as we watch us blow to pebbles.
Cyclone Feb 2020
Kinetic phonetics bred it said it and spread it, so eclectic, electric but only hectic if you wreck into connective flexes, both sexes composed with different flows of this unique feat and when they meet- X's and O's!, love greets the rose above streets of gold, city of lights finite and told, symbolism of my night- is showed as I drove with the doves to coves as maestro, the sight though will grow when I know a pro has high notes and lows when I blow- to and fro, the instant quote might be "No!", but some rights I know led to plight I show, strife I tow- dove into effect, in this complex hex I had wrecks with respect, and next blues ***** and set tone, sometimes fret- or regrets were shown, so I own the lone man that loans the grown, postponed, honed, and prone, OWN ZONES.
Cyclone Jan 2020
You don't love yourself completely.
To love yourself completely one must have the ability to know their self completely. GOD knows you completely, so he loves you more than you love yourself. Keep that in mind.

Now watch me hurt myself with bruises, cuts, scars and blows, I never put myself in peace cause I felt that's how it goes, welcome the outcast, harass and trash and blast me, you know, it seems I hate myself and reject the health that helps me I woe, cause I just calls em foes, I pose no love to me cause I notice, can I just really find my deepest characteristics, ballistic, it seems I'm hopeless, I focus on quoted lies, that's why I despise the truest fact that hits me, I'll never just love myself completely.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I have the choice to love or hate, so even if my love would be his hate I cannot take, the breath out of somebody cause that shows I hate the man!, we chose our different paths but we still brothers understand?, together we both stand in front of the higher power, saints and cowards, in these hours shriek with fear, what that shows in all of us is that we're still not switching gears, don't shed your tears towards the one that saves us all from pain and sin, that's just the mindset we all keep and what cold cage our heart is in, so no one wins, we're the same, although some names be saved for life, all of us fall short of his message, so no one lived life right, we choose to fight still, cause we all feel we're justified, thank Jesus CHRIST for the fact that he was crucified, choose the right path and never clash just over differences, cause he can name the many times when you did wrong through random instances.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Mostly kept quiet, my loudmouth is reserved for those that deserve it; hard to keep a low profile cause a high demand burns holes in my pockets. These Levi's were hand me downs that's quickly tossed to fire, gave back to the earth as a chemical compound; you got nerve to call me cheap and selfish. Your talk is cheap cause you obviously don't understand illiteracy and it could cost you never being heard due to increasing expectations. This comes from experience and just to make ends meet, I had to quiet myself and find where all the hype was coming from, only to learn that closed mouths don't get fed, yes; but, you have to say the magic word(s), and I went hungry for a while, though you still won't see a bib around my neck; hell naw!
Cyclone Dec 2019
Can notice all illusions with the fusion of confusion, these living hell spells, fell way past losing, cruising with this convoluted name strained gains, disdain is lain on the brain that obtains, the grain, gamed, trained to contain my hurt, imaginary things brings stains on my shirt, complain how it works, I may aim in that dirt, the same blames pain on that frame famed worst, wordy, still you heard me dropping thirty thirsty rhymes, you tell me not to worry, you must firstly drain your mind, urgent preparation, caused my furthest reparation, my truth with desperation only showed from separation, from the choice I never could decide or describe, feeling different vibes, I would steal then subscribe, a narrow never wide arrow path pointing me to bear the math, of me without a task or compete with routes to ask, concerning last laughs as it rains when the Sun's out, only one mouth but it tames then runs out so I shun bout this day then puns shout bout this way I won as I stray south.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Commentary spills past the hills does it ****, no it sparks a thrill, anxiously escaping while my patience just places still, indeed my will, maybe to chilled to catch its conscience, I'm taking losses while my bosses costing me to taunt this, must admit it is daunting not much haunting, wanting to be flaunting, but stick the caution to this quad it's only meant for causing, me to be a common figure pondering bout what's right or wrong, should already know what makes me go and flow to carry on, speak in tongues but I'm young so I'm still not saved, must be grown in spirituality to help my days, change my ways so he stays, concentrate on faith, travel to the beach and preach on my present state.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Wanna be a martyr?, a living legend justifies it's harder to die for what you lived for or lived on, it's a time where we contemplate leaving fore we even see the light cause it wasn't for us to see, let them glorify what the culture never mortifies, leaving vultures in the dark, leaving a mark, to ****, the critics, that never criticized criticism being critical to what's right in their face, respect the effort if you even don't respect the mind behind the mind over matter, shall I insist?, first of all let me give it to em first, first come, first served, first seen, first heard, secondly, the job is done.. putting the feeling within the meaning cause I mean it..and it's proven in a second, every second represents my second time to prove that I was second to none, and my fans second that cause I put my fans first, they're the second to hear it, after I approve it first, and my body of work can catch a body in a heartbeat setting time still cause it wastes time from your life, your life expectancy could grow as the beat goes on cause my work is timeless in a time of apocalypse, the greatest hits in the vaults, if you think you're ready then your fate could be your fault, walking the walk and still talking the ****, that would make you high on life cause the **** is legit.

So those on their death bed better watch out cause I'M COMING TO GET YAH!, I'M COMING TO GET YAH!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Three shots to the head, now my mind feels dead, massacre left me defenseless- so let the truth be fed- they occur across the country and happen by surprise, such a horrific sight to see with my very own eyes- I was first trying to think.. but then realized that many people still do this **** as time still flies, ain't nothing that they can say, and there's nothing they can do to stop these things from occurring to both me and you, always results in 911 seeing the boys in blue, I hope it's a dream!, I hope it's fake!, already knowing it's true, so I lie here, hopelessly, telling myself the perpetrator will be punished- and I'll get help, but nothing can heal the wounds that I prefer, my mind's still crying out, from a massacre!
Cyclone Dec 2019
The mastermind, travels, faster than time, the subject matters of my inner laughter cracking my spine, I'm paralyzed from my pair of eyes down to my feet, I'm smiling wide so my style replies bon appetit, if I'm cynical, I sense my final spinal is vinyl, I'm head over, you're the Red Rover till I am over, wasn't sober but was detrimental, regiment spies, was somewhat wise cause I can't recognize my tribes, so decide, devise from the eyes that's open, to the scoping of a notion that will never be broken, higher hoping, is coping, these faster times, running tractors over Casper *******, MASTERMIND!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Maybe divorce is the best option, no more lies, disgust or stress, you could do whatever you wish, I ask for peace and plenty of rest, maybe divorce is the best option, since you guys parted separate ways, now father you can focus on us, and dear mama you can **** and play, maybe divorce is the best option, cause grandma, I hate to see you in pain, trust me I feel the same way you do, hold no regrets using her name in vain, maybe divorce is the best option, cause dear siblings I see y'all proud, I see y'all like I never imagined, I hear your triumph confident and loud, never like it was once before, you killed our moods you stupid ******* *****, lack of bonding made us weak and slow, look at us now, ***** there you go, but for you to know, I still love you the same, hear me out, notice this ain't a game, I forgive you for all the **** you had done, it wasn't all just you, look at what we've become, change your ways, clarify all your actions, leave that man, cut off all the distractions, then one day find us up in the crossroads, be very cautious, still don't get yourself lost though, all that we've been through, so close to adoption, I reached my conclusion, divorce is the best option.
Cyclone Dec 2019
This me against the world feeling always seems to hit the ceiling when I feel so stressed out and left out from justice, just put it on my tab so I know you ain't forgot about me, then maybe I'll give you all a rest when I trust this, but **** this, that ain't gon happen now, just live on with your ways, I know I will dominate and rise come the better days, I hope this letter pays you some attention, cause when I asked for it, you just put me in detention, no need to mention things from the past, we all hypocrites, I just hope I'm dead and gone before y'all suckas hearing this, cause I'm not fearing this world, I think it fears me, cause it set me to the side when I just tried to blossom freely, despite this I love y'all really, just recognize a man who's only trying, to live by the rules I need the tools so I can keep flying.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm bout to wish upon a star, and wish that there is something new up under the sun, and take the light years lightly, I've been a dreamer, but now a visionary, convince a missionary this is the life, you could die being mislead, I had a fear to the leader, the fight or flight sees it as a threat, betting this is critical, so I've expected and accepted overthinking cause my thoughts were better than the moment, until the unthinkable happens, I'm comfortable as a party planner cause it fits the people I invite, although within these nights I get carried away and bring some people who I know can turn it up a notch, paradox!, I'm bout the team!, although it seems.. when time clean up the mess it's on me!, count on us, to be the unpredictable destroying your trust, but keep it entertaining cause you'd never count us out.. it's a must to see us!
Cyclone Dec 2019
Addicted to heaven, your detox is hell!, sober in the underworld, dare me to tell?!, speak wise words young son, I'm all ears, all fears set aside, I'm here for the ride, the years which I tried, to delve in it deep, it's apparent through my transparent shield known as "tough skin", I suppose, rose with a pose which I know all to well, I'm stiff!, and if- I shiver, the words I deliver, you beg to differ, I'm dying for some ants in my pants!, at least I would dance like no one was watching, catch 22, I'm 21, what's the takeaway?, we ain't gotta complicate things!, learn to live a lot and think a little, pledge to indulge, never be superficial but make it official, our beauty is skin deep, so why should we waste it?!, don't hate it, it's brittle, I blush and I hush to admire the fire and desire, I'm tired of trying- to be icy, it never enticed me!, I'm Pisces!, precisely, I'm pricey.. buy into this-you'd probably be lost at sea... but whatever you speak, I SEE.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The daydream can't exist in the midnight hour, lost, it'll cost you a loss when you're sitting sour, feeling tight as I fight with my insight, might see the light that ignites when my soul writes, open mic night is a right, but the ghost speaks, knowing that it's close when its outer boasts approach me, hear the dope beat?, nope, gotta cope with notes that spoke my post as a man broke, smoke cigars, far from where you are, up to par, when you're at bars high up in the stars, get in this car, lush with such clutch breeze, a/c!, face me!, case closed, hush please, I seen plush trees dense, so it's hard to drive, even with the high beams, I don't feel alive, can't hide in this ride, I'm an alien, go to sleep, hear the beep of heaps that will pay me in, insane vein, strained, I'm contained cream, they won't give a ****, let me duck and daydream, no will to go, so I spoil and get sour, sitting like that black kitten, ******* in the midnight hour.
Cyclone Jan 2020
What I have in my mind is telekinesis, power to move Messiah Jesus into my mind, and now he teaches while his word reaches, beyond the deepest, steepest where all the bleakest leeches here to the morning I was groaning from feeling all alone and, the foaming, got out of control you saw me roaming and stoning blew up the scene, it's like the wrong me was cloning consecutively, but see my art form was in the hearts dorm catch it in specks till it be where my mind limits it, no one's stealing it, the feeling is the exercising what your prizing, you must be inside where the compromising steady rising, cause then it feels good to get rid of the evils possessed, and then your like me where your life be committed to test the other strengths you have, outlook is now something you bet will only be the best, till the last breath where your sins are confessed.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Within the palm of my hands, it's two sides to a tale, and I know it like the back of my hand, creating waves on the stage with abundance!, plus a mailbox full of chatter that's redundant, dancing with the stars feeling grounded, ain't good as it sounds, so he simply just resumes the habit playing with his number one fan, and he swears to GOD with that hand he will try to stay committed, he's cheating himself, I've been there and repeated myself... left more questions on the table then answered, I'll holla back, once you see I can't spoonfeed you the freedom to dig in, you dig it?, so **** the handouts, you man up and standout, and occupy the kids to be ***** trained, flush the system of the ******* for life, now death has another thing coming, the wiser man, who you can trust will leave the cleanest, the boys that wet the bed'll be the reason- the ***** was dry
Cyclone Dec 2019
Specific and prolific assists with my hieroglyphs, I was making an incision, envisioning an eclipse, never simple though it's pivotal, visits crippled a man, now a sense of hate inhibits exhibits, skits in a scam?, was I ******?, through my knowledge with sketching not ever stretching?, maybe it's my fetching, incepting and now accepting, journeys past these tourneys, sojourning to mold a script, so now behold my grip, that I sold in hieroglyphs.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Though my morals still were mostly number one, as cordial as I come, I'm mortal where I'm from, so they die off when I get high off me, myself and I, then off said head to be prepared for dreadful humble pie, gluttony was the last option so chances for truth to serve me, I'm unlucky with that in fact...you tell me what it all looks like when it don't look right, like hell?, well your right... bite the hand that feeds myself, fuel just to lead myself as being a beggar and nothing better, the wayside, where I'm bound to be the roadkill, no sugarcoating, it's concrete and most ill, what got me there?, to be fair, I couldn't see what just was simply in front of me, what's your excuse?..the activist just reacts and acts a ***** plus they u-turn so who earns the right of way?, no need for a dead pool, the dead end has arrived, it's a live scene right in front of us.. get your popcorn ready, join the fun.. you can run but you can't hide... the thing that's funny to me.. it was yesterday this all was feeling fantasized.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Pursuing my mission while trying to extricate from arrows, it seems I am seemingly stuck in treason facing Pharaoh, the path seems it's narrow, but spread the sea and watch my folks escape, heaven's sake, it feels so fake, but it is never late, for our fate to reinflate and evil dissipates, so we take what we are given and we don't debate, take a plate that's made of stone and carve the rules infantry must follow, we fight wars till tomorrow, but our faith strikes down the sorrow, empty skies are so hollow, this Apollo sets forth the throttle, speed right up and might bobble with my leadings, but I'm proceeding, with a legacy that's feeding and intriguing, one's who are pleading, so I witness no bleeding, in this reading, see what I'm heeding, is a spiritual meeting with the greeting, coming from eating words of wisdom, decision is the wishing to fulfill my missions to enjoy this good living while I'm giving to be well driven.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Fortune and fame seems to dominate this culture, got ones spitting game, igniting flames all in this culture, but I always look back at ones who pioneered this culture, must show some respect to the ones that put their heart in this culture, Afeni Shakur gave birth to a son that gave us wisdom, died such a tragic death, it seems his work would all out live him, so I follow his steps and prep the knowledge that I give em, got only one chance to make a change so I can't diss em, May the 2nd was a day where I had to change, got the news you had passed so it is my task to not sound plain, put in hard work and praise the mother that had came, and gave me the pen and all the rules to change this game, I pray to the LORD that you are safe up in his place, no longer face pressure from people plotting cause of race, reunited with your son in a heavenly matrimony case, this honors to you, I just can't wait to see your face, THE MOTHER OF HIP HOP.
Cyclone Jan 2020
We're villains to the things we fall victim to.
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 Jan 2020
My emotions give me potions with motions that sparks the notion, that if I die, I'm potent while moving free still promoting, a boasting devotion to my soul, GOD is the essence towards my life, if I show presence, pressing, lessons, down my stressing, blessings light, my whole flight, live it right, day and night, live to tell, what emotions did for me cause now I'm free and living well.
Cyclone Dec 2019
See me in my honest presence as a lie that hides his face, my integrity was set to be so cleverly misplaced............... the severity is a parody of my clarity, a lot of bones to pick but that was just a hair of me, that's only scaring me, self-worth is one that brags, if I fell worse, the hurt made it fun to tag, what I never had, gag cause it tastes bad, without dad, mom sags if her bags drag, but she never nags, she just saw right out the plastic, it's never drastic, practice plastered WOMAN out disaster, getting faster, though I spit the flow slowly, solely, it's a sorely feeling, healing if it knows me, might dearly and just fearlessly hear me with its nonchalance, put right in my system, now I list him as my confidant, I can never say "I want" if I just betray my need, life I never see was likely strife right from the might of me, with the quandary apart from me, reflection of deflection, like a tennis game, I would pen the same connection, between the two things that could show in the presence, of the human actions, ATTACKING ONE'S ATTENTION, but in THEIR OWN DIMENSION.
Cyclone Dec 2019
My mannerisms made to understand grammar standards planned for man, consolation for a solid nation, hand in hand, the ****** fan ran, kicking cans, stumbled in quicksand, the streets sinks deep when a ***** stands, it's street poetry, flowing forward to foreign as stillborns, it killed norms so it's scoring chills, pills for your sleep cause you're knowing me as nightmares, but I never fight you cause I might care?!, the right fare we have paid for the better days rays past hell's stares, the better term is welfare, fell hairs short of it, good qualities, driven to a policy that's killing our equality, still it taught that once upon a time statement, hatred as we face it, is basic, degrading of the basement will erase it, though placement of the pavement of our love these self-destructive forces touch too, ******* with seduction of destruction of your well-rounded function judges you, AS THROUGH.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Don't give me praise for what I do, give me respect for who I am...a creator.
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