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Cyclone Dec 2019
Assume me crippled having crutches, from clutching grudges with judges, disgusted from discussing the rust that's munching my duchess, what's the use in cussing, no just in fussing for justice!, only will erupt all the scuffling shuffling the punches, bunches of their lunches resumes the human consumption, while they give me nothing my stomach's grumbling for something, they fed me just to summon the coming of all my fumbling, that's why you see me numbing, I'm dumbing from all my tumbling.
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 Dec 2019
Tricky business is a witness to legitimate deals, we **** for it, I'm intimate when I know you're real, give me all that you got to give, and I will be the only hitter that went to bat and gave it all back, the benefits are always beneficial, when we keep it official, that there be no foul-play, we keep a distance; all the instances I made another love song, could've had another kid from a womb, doomed from the words of my ****, lucky me!; but I'm more responsible now.. I guess it's time for me to say..................... **** your friends cause I said they don't deserve it, knew that you would be offended, intended for my easy targets, you wanna be my demonstration, go head!, cause I'll throw salt on you to verify that I don't have no sugar for *******, which is, perfect and worth a killing, of the person you never liked and wished was gone, but my spirit loves to live cause I'm reborn and ready for the world bout to punish it for killing me the first time, but they forgot to close my casket for good, left it open for the world to view my tortured soul, it's understood that nothing stands in my way, but yet revenge might be the hardest thing today at least.. try not to tell the people plans so they plan ahead, but I was head over heels to induce their fear-to love their boring days, I hope they really play on, cause when I crash the party- won't be no afterparty.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Slowly but surely I will rise up and exceed beyond your tales, I knew they weren't true, and I knew you wrote them from the gates of hell, they tried to **** me, but I became free, and now I'm strong to use my mind, it derives from the plagued past, but now I think fast, it's filled with colors of all kind, maybe would've been better, if you helped endeavor, but you were fierce and never willing, but I can't look back, fore my strings detach, must be an example to my children and siblings, knew it was hard back then, but I thank you friend, for being someone I wish not to become, for I will live life purely, and believe me slow but surely, I will be precious, shining bright as the sun.
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.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Some they love the crystallizing, me I love the emphasizing to better my efforts of writing letters that tell my ventures, that's why sometimes I may stumble, cause I'm trying to be humble, and fumble when only I sense wrong because I seek the righteous gestures, them wild adventures will always be the aftermath from tasks where the loopholes would form and I would just say oh man, but always jump back to my feet cause I got some words to speak, this heat won't be the one to beat my feats because I got physique, so when you wreak I remain neat, because I tried to seek a way where no one can defeat my sermons that I tried to teach, years and years of perfecting now sees exception no xing my whole conception, not letting my faults show up to preach.
Cyclone Jan 2020
There are specks, on complex texts that's biased, all the clients, knew defiance when it silenced the triumph of a riot, who's the pilot of the crying of violence, we see these human sacrifices that's defying, not righteous, one might just, get the sovereign order once they are speared, it cleared disorder and broke the borders when hoarders feared, the tears that would interfere with searing pain, just so they recognize the flames from the fame of shame.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Sober minded, clovers that's bolder is told the finest, turn loose, reduce this solider, pushovers that told their kindness, minus his liveliness, crying "Buy me, I'll die a *****", I can only just imagine the sadness in flashing this, lavishness, with no class, I'm an *** if I'm grabbing this, **** this sash, plus this brass, this task, I'd love to miss, laugh last, fast madness, but cruising to soothe my way, no attractiveness, in fact I'm not ravished, I move away, who's to say, running is gunning for punishment, if you won by ******* this blunt to escape that ruckus *****, **** that ****, stuck in destruction, where is the hype?, I'd like to get my stripes, such a sight to see in the night!, though this life likes tough and then tougher to touch the ****** and delude, the clovers that think they're sober, THIS SOLDIER'S INTERLUDE.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Complacent off how we face it, these military statements played us, succeed escaping from the plagued arrangements, so we're ranging, with inner phasing and now blazing our conversations, it's all our war stories made to store our faded glory, our purple hearts encircles parts that they were certain parched, behind the curtain soldier's urgency was worse than narks, but yet we stand by full command, governments demand, is the secret that disbands safer world in man.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Sometimes it makes me wonder how the jungle is so shallow but we never touched the bottom, our shadows did, I have the perfect picture frame for an artist that's been working the hardest, paint this portrait, you will make it big regardless, we're young brothers caught in the mist, though we're living the life, I'd pay somebody that could show me how it is, you know we come a dime a dozen, loving us some dimes, though I see that he has tens of bad ******* acting ugly to him, now I would give it to him if this ceases, he'll get his power back cause now his tolerance is used as weakness, maybe we both- gotta travel to a place where we're fortunate our fortunes breaks it down for us, learn to break bread, investing cause it humbles breadwinners, I set the music for the ride and it's tropical tunes, cause I forget where I was at but still the topic resumes, we were in a cold place melting cold hearts, talking bout what we're gonna do when they're warm enough to chill, trust the ride, trust the vibes and the cool thrill, the blood, sweat and tears will evaporate with skill.
Cyclone Dec 2019
To fruition reap and sow a growing mind, cautious of the weeds that tend to hinder it through vines.. be as fruitful as can be, squash the fruity roots that's taking shape, just as good as waste, one's that's playing ******* tapes, struggle just to bust a grape, OJ squeezed right out his element, I know I got the juice, leave em thirsty for quotables, Dr.Suess can cure the youth, we don't need no more killers, just teach em how to be noble and mobile children of our kind, multiply our troops and save our nation from the kind killing our mankind our tribe sees, I know that if I'm spreading this word it's on me and they hate it, harder to makeup for it than stated.. after a fine period I know my sentence will rob me of all my commas, and my only explanation is exclamation, stunned by how this oneness reached conjunction and confusion wishing patience, allows me, to read between the lines, no and's, no if's, or but's, this soon will be defined, cutting to the chase leaving less than what is needed to be said, instead just leave a mystery in how easy it's read.
Cyclone Nov 2020
What we're witnessing is quite the circus act
but first things first..
they had to let the so called black boy fly
then the fat lady sang

good for the reasons you laugh and you cry
what makes me laugh might make you cry
but to me ain't a **** thing funny
and I won't shed a tear over how things seem,

so much **** I done seen I should cry with you....
I admit I tend to laugh at you and not with you

the LORD is my witness and the truth does hurt
fell face first cause it has my number..
LORD?, I've shed so many tears..
life's a trip!
Cyclone Dec 2019
I find it funny how Snickers is my favorite candy but I eat Reeses far more often. I believe that since eaten in moderation, Snickers will remain my favorite cause I'll never get tired of it, I'm always sick of Reeses. With all play put aside, I find it hard to apologize to you cause my definition of sorry remains fixated on the type of sorry that means you aren't anything and probably won't amount to anything so I find no purpose in me telling you sorry for saying you were wrong when you actually told me something right that I needed to hear about concerning these sorry motherfuckas that would use me all the time. So since I'm lost with inappropriate context of wordplay, I find it appropriate that silence will be in play for now until I feel that I'm sorry as it pertains to lacking the skill to communicating with others, especially loved ones. And after that, I really will be sorry for the initial problem, and for not saying sorry when the time was right. Better late than never I guess, it's still time to make it right...I'M SORRY.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Overlooked till it's overcooked now it is overtook, now other books throw hooks that shook me to mother's crooks!, the depriving of my soul food whole!, my old school is cold, my mold turns out of control, let it be told, my flows when it goes to your nose, would just dose the bro's not the hoes that expose me and their clothes, composed rhythms for foes whose toes I can kiss, assist to the bliss of a ***** that can just **** onto my crisp glimpse of these pimps skimping for ****, a trick that is tricked can addict to this slick ****, but is this pic swift?, no it ain't!, I just say I can't taint this rank then spank all this fake frank, that does indeed stank, take a drank of the crank that can tank where I sank then thank spiritual banks from GOD that will lodge his gold rule, in my mind that will define my soul food.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Confused in how the devil's holding me, simple poetry can emulate the hate that's sowed in me, now it's showing me as a warmonger who's hungry for the worse, picture a hearse in reverse that's bout to work and welcome first who it knows hurts from repeated allegations of my pistols, popping cons who meant to, send to GOD perfect drafts of pleads, that they sick of making others bleed to receive just what they need, my souls deceived, and now somehow I am intrigued, to finish who I think is menacing my serving seeds, that turn to me, when they think they in a threatening situation, concentration, is now focused on maiming from this aiming meant for taming, who I consider beast through gaming, but I'm inflaming in my own thoughts where I am staying, so thus delaying, a better saying in my praying, when is my planning, to release my soul from strict commanding, to a better standing.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Be hot, or kick rocks, cause you stopped from grabbing something that you tried to reach, you blame your self-esteem that creamed cause your hate for speech, you let it go down the road, sold to one like you, his imperfections wore through core, sore, more than you, you hit the block and you stopped, when you saw this dude, acting rude to that possession, stressing attitude, we rap interludes to prove wounds makes us doomed, and so we lost touch, paralyzed to our preludes, who really loses when bruises abuses one who's trapped, it's steady facts, that we call this act a bad rap, in mind you claimed you'd protect and prep for whom you cared, but only action you performed was a silent stare, it's hard to bear but it's there, faired all for you, never got a chance to boast what you could've showed her, man's companion is his champion, but no attention, can bring some loose apprehension but still with no intentions, hard to speak, but what you could reach, made me preach this, touching on the sense of timidness that made you speechless.
Cyclone Dec 2019
It's a voice from the past, kinda call it karma, it got me tripping off this pharmacy, these pharmaceutical illusions, who's use to giving up living it up, ask me, I'll never wanna be caught dead in it, hot ****!, who I am?, cruising in this urban legend 64' lowrider drop top, these cops got me ****** up, word is, they saw me from a mile away, representing **** the law, it's raw and it's just the way it is and I barely seek to change though I change lanes from the fast lane, a rare thing, I'm scared of things cause they change too fast, you should be the one behind the wheel, I'm running red lights in the dead night, if I'm led right, headlights abused, unless I choose, to expose you, and frequently I do..... a new exercise of old, that still shines the shoes, and used as a simple stepping stool to step down from acting like I know everything, it's hard to let go though, those that feel me know, as you already know, I'm nearly blinded from using them on myself, my self-proclaimed guidance is really in need for help.. so I dealt with a guru who knew you too, and now he has the world on his shoulders.. making toy soldiers into real men... so will we heal then?
Cyclone Dec 2019
The perfect canvas to construct something with the potential to outshine its surroundings, surrounded by people that have the potential to hate, I love the opportunity. I plan to move no time soon, that is, except for making money moves to expand my playing field and influence. Unmatched by anyone afraid to step up to the match, rise up to the situation, I'm not bragging, I'm just down more than ever to make it happen, one's that are down, keep your head up, I'll set the example, wake up my nation. We're all set up to grow if we know how to root ourselves in our foundation, money trees shall prosper, make it count my *****, it's 4 seasons in which these trees can grow, once the seed is planted, it's a snowball effect unless distractions causes paper to burn holes in your pockets, like adding fuel to fire, put it in a nice safe place if you know what I mean.
Cyclone Jan 2020
My stained broken glass, chains of gold, plain brass is cast, through the past where I masked trash that's mass, the images are vast, peep my stash, cash grew fast, I grasped kilos, in this predicament, my sentiment was brash steelo, and though my wishing was assistance they had cashed zeros, you call me hero, wouldn't see so in my task, breathe slow!, cause in my diesel, you would see your enemy, pillow, there to smother you and thunder shoot your glass window, so better come to sense and never tense your last willow, cause it will better suit in helping you to have a still flow.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Searching for a healthy mind frame, your mentality was hooked on a fattened fantasy that is laughing at our family, I got news for ya, break your back about it; and see your paralyzed, to ever getting anything done, I find it funny how I never lost mine though, but just to let myself grow, I would call it false hope.. my hope in this reality that's never given back to me, I'm shocked, and rocked out my cradle, call me babyface; I knew that name would ring one day, judging how I always tend to think that way, exposed to this life, you better get- comfortable with it, admit it fore it get repetitive to be a critic, only a member shall attest, that it kills the vibe of the tribes that we vibe with, they about to make us go to war, I can't believe this but I feed in the feeling, it's stealing all my peace, so one wouldn't hurt, it worked so I'm free!, so don't blame me for the tore up blocks and wore down shops, you better watch your mouth, it demands respect, and we as a community, we teach the youth to keep a piece before there's unity, as you can see, the class is in session, so don't you interrupt what we've been stressing, keep ya head up, always keep your gat tight, learn to sense the scent of fools who don't act right.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Freelance raps in trapped visions, do I succeed to lead this deed to freed missions, with blunt cowards that use their power for unrest, shapes of imagery of no liberty in the sunset, screams dreaming redeeming its creamy texture, I recall staring at walls, paused, stalled in pressure, caught my temperature rising with the horizon, busting eyes, lusting for lies, justifying Verizon, stint of seizures, so Sprint neither, it hints teasers, this procedure resents readers that splits the cheaters, catch a breather, we're somewhat leaders that fell stray, listless unlike misters and their mistresses in LA, crooked perception from that reception but fell straight, anyone who induces the gun, SPELLS BAIT.
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.
Cyclone Dec 2019
My service that is clerical replies time pays, you might have heard I went hysterical in 3-5 days, paraphrase every birth on Earth, it's worth was her pain, purchase searching for the certainty of currency shamed, remain the same, but acclaim a different frame of action, not for simple satisfaction, but subliminal fashion, it's the slacking why some chose to go to hacking with passion, it's the fractions of audacity that rations me backwards, yet these ******* back in blacker packs, so strapped, but still sane, to attain brain maintain veins that aim, to contain what it needs but refrain for ease, cause a swollen head dreads so it begs to bleed.
Cyclone Dec 2019
If you penetrate, you generate haters with nerve that curve your words, you surge on them free tailing birds, and then you splurge, cause one day they gone witness the purge that lures their nerves to react to scary acts and then merge, and once they emerge, recognize that it's on the verge, to be a turn in reality, don't slack to be served, you speak those words, that penetrate harder to swerve them useless birds, cause no sympathy is what they deserve.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A Street Dreamer;
Delivered a fantasy of hoping to plan to see, the canopy with vanity not framing his family, he went from a street dreamer to Street Stalker, thinking farther, it came to bother his sights of stars and water's, hoping to get smarter, to be a starter, he had hit the ground harder and now had starved cause harshest, dreams come to impoverish a marvelous father's tolerance, regardless we tend to harvest to be a con to tarnish, one's essence of gaining presence into a theme, so he searches for better and in the streets he dreams.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Condense into a dense comment with common sense, when we hit the fence, we tense and **** suspense, praise will dispense a prince into a king, immense power will nourish and flourish you in the spring, ding the bell will ring and bring you cross the layers, haters turn to strayers and smiles will hit the players, prayers do their part outsmarting the sparse darts, strength will push the carts that start to strain the heart, narks will turn to sparks and follow the sorrow shame, then you pop your collar cash dollars in street fame.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I've begun to stun none with thunder, fun is one wonder, plunder in this tundra, tons of guns now run, the sun blunders, under will you come to sum the bums numbered, chewing gum, you're shooting *** in slumber, swift but can't lift your **** that gifts lumber, I begin to sniff my ****, lifted, all signs are shifted, spiff snippets to list it, twisted, consisted, insisted I instigated some formulaic conveying a spacious case as a basis, now in a matrix and tracing paces of spaceships, that offers places where women embraces to be our waitress, but can't sharpen this harp to play my thoughts beautifully, plus it's rather disgusting to hush our duchess so musically, I'm really using me, truthfully thinking stupidly, youthfully, I'm disgracing responsible ones that route for me, we pay to live and die for free, so see, like me, you can be the one that dumbs under, having fun can shun the one wonder, so, I'm that *** that flows with STUNNED THUNDER.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The subject of surprise, was it lies as the two eyes cries, dries, and shies from the star cause the shine dies, describe the scene as a part of green Earth that's dirt as I was pairing this screen with American dreams, you learn to know it was out there, mouths care about that shout that this routes' fair, doubt the announced scare, scouts turn to pout cause they vouched for the stout's dares, now screaming ouch! cause the bout just sprouts where, they learned to share, now impaired, bearing sins, so they're calling in, ten hours later, no more paper, cause it's vapor in, skies, now despised, cause the cries now follow them, learn to taste the problems, cause to solve em, you must swallow them.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Bold I was told as I fold to close the page, fronting like I'm something out of nothing set the stage, probe through this globe just to bode a different code, now sowed as I rode through the cold trail is froze, secrets through the diary I try to keep are shy, why, cause even on the corner, I was born unsatisfied, do you care to ride and taste the tide of my side, and gain a sucker's pride that has dried deep inside.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Funny how the simplest concept can be the one hardest handled by people, you, me, him, all we equal, faith is important, having none is lethal, it's a true thing, passion burning right in a blue flame, it's the suggestions the enemy will try to clang on your mind, hear Creflo Dollar say that one more time, fears and tears are nothing but an evil lie, how can you, see the words that brings you out the truth, when you just brought down by a burning roof, it's my conception, that the devil will make suggestions, organize my eyes perception, so I can find my way, out this roughness that brings a darker day, see me stand with vivid plans and hear me say, for today no suggestions testing why I feel this way.
Cyclone Dec 2019
See these sunny meditations are never handing its style with grace, proven to be funny when understanding the smiling face, spoon of honey not rich in money but rich in taste, though even in the come up, the tummy's hungry but some will say, "I'm definite, inspect my definition and correct your steps, my every breath is left, if deaf, your death will be my mission, you had said there be no *******, but to me, you see the way I prep with skeptical envy, so let me free my glee and step to you, you will respect me, better yet, you will respect my grind and mind just how I checked thee, expect my Tec to wreck your neck with pecks that disconnect thee, you got your final words before I serve to you my best spree, b?",.................... "In fact I do, I sniff a myth in you, you hold your grip but in your lips you spit your stiff, I'm saying if I lift, you'd shift and drift your mind from **** that most just had a fifth of you, your fad is bad but mostly sad, I'm stabbing at the ***** in you, this has a twist we all could list, but **** I'd risk a lengthy disc, so ****** assisting stickiness, you'd listen just to rank me tanked and shank my flank and crank your bank", making but no sedation, style less than funny, tried the sunny meditation, but his face, granting for that understanding, starts demanding for a taste, richer than money, summing up the hungry tummy yearning for the rich, can of self-ambitious, HONEY.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Ruin the ruins, the red and the blue, living through the rotten core dead and in you, the punishment of running it but missing its sound, only cause it never stuck but seemed to stick around, initial annoyance, through secondary clairvoyance, the third eye pointed it's a poison that was poignant, the metaphor used, said its more abused, only by the ones that lack the insight, choose news towards views that blinds the strained optics, runaway options with topics that brainwashes, optimistic dominance that help to understand, why populist power can be and lie within the man, stand on your own two feet sideways, stuck within a crooked look that took live aid.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Seven days a meditator, you feel the peace in you can't demonstrate a perpetrator, you served me later with your built skills that still fulfills the feeling of guilt, we work to build a fuller thrill, when dull, indulged with pulls to ****, the bull in this revelation, is only lulled when he rules out his expectations, the cessation of the rest of this representation, can rest the case of this changing face, every place I find myself chasing happily, I find it sad I had dealt with apathy.. to recognize paths to this empathy.. becoming wise, seeing its lent to me, to feel the rest of me, by definition I'm real, steal this destiny, I was just hating to peel.. the deal that delivers the shivers to freedom.. the man in the mirror, I never can beat him.. lead him to the reading to feed him.. essentials with potential to greet him.. in the place that he wished for.. he's peaceful, now it's his floor.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I've got the richest tales!, can you depict my spells from my impression, from a blessing we may ask the question, are we in heaven?!, it's sweet obsession I'm confessing from just a lesson, but I was guessing on the question through my mind that was stressing could never understand, to be a man with demands, my stand was bittersweet, but look at her she's complete, I feel I'm weak, stroking bleak streaks, punishing sketches, she fetches precious, I expect our sexes to be complex in sections we failed before, measure power in "*****" or "*****" in metaphors we use it towards, I found it louder to speak in vein than slamming doors, my obsession is in the blessing I'm looking for, as the sun sets, sweat purifies to tears, every poet has to know it that their best was fears, will you ever find your rest through the stress with gear?, probably never if you're better getting struck by spears.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The newest taste to welcome, recommended through the fun of nature, copious for me to cater, savor this flavor as a favorite, I made it didn't I?, so let me do myself a favor and just save it for later at dinner, the secret recipe for mastering that less is more, the food for thought, I caught a break to shake and bake the repertoire, see I really had a slot to fill, to try and serve it on the spot I had a knack for being greedy though it feeds me my performance never has a lot in store, the diminishing return soon finished me, no one's filming it likely, the minute I can see highly my blood on my hands, I was hands-on giving handouts so I standout, this good man was a con artist, that kills himself silently the hardest, his violence had a hand in demand to be underhanded, it takes a while to understand it, how his supply had ties to his lies granted, walking slanted, smirking unaware he was there, dare I say it, but too scared to trace it, beat the dead horse, THAT WAS WELL ANCIENT.
Cyclone Dec 2019
With a status that's flossed you thought that you can't be caught in a box where man is distraught, when shocked you noticed you sought a vision distant in rocks, heart stops and no one can patch a man who's soul is dispatched, to a place where he is attached, in a life where he can't relapse, the facts are clear and now seen, that you was the target from beams, that killed your spirit and dreams, and made you weak in esteem, it seems that man is a puppet, controlled by plagues in a bucket, made from the ones who said **** it, you noticed you was just ducking the ******* vortex that swells with innocent minds in the wells, so with this sight you can tell, that you were never taught well.
Cyclone Dec 2019
We're lifted cause we're gifted though different, so we must teach well, not shifted by these chronics, atomic was sonic detail, sardonic like these comics, it's not ironic we reap hell, relationships platonic with economics indeed fails, might be known as realest but really weakest to preach tales, it's really seen as shoddy just like the body that she sells, as retail, deacons was only speaking the beast swells, what about this gossip your wife is plotting, her feet smells, me, I'm not the one that will shun what you done, but seek cells, look at all the people as equal, sequels don't reach bail, so just study on introductions, functions the meek tell, that is how you speak what is really grief, THEY TEACH WELL.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Teasing the growing season is ceasing our birth, let pleasing breezes be the reason the peaches will teach us what it's worth, bleeding seeds are displeasing to work, and damaged branches puts the chances of stances enhancing plants to thirst, the present curse makes the future worse, to counter first brought a search to a Earth that had been dispersed, but it's silence means it never worked, so then again we tease, what has never had a chance to breathe.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Raise a village as an anonymous image; unanimous synonymous gibberish, different ****, if it fancies my finish, I could live with it, the type of happiness that grows on trees from the tree of good and evil, the tree of life humble in approach, seldom encroached by the ones that live to die, my intuition feeling that they're one in the same, though my afterthoughts rarely caught attention, could never get my head around em, playing hide and seek with the prophecy, I could profit if I claim I found it, first being dumbfounded, then well-rounded, it astounded chosen ones till the end of my run.. I ran away feeling slowly increasingly gone for good, cause I misunderstood, how we all could come across with the words that we speak, cliche and tongue-in-cheek with my mouth unaware of how I got there, reiterate to clear my throat; my native tongue that was foreign dialect to my scholar fans, they'd ignore the advisory sticker, to get the picture as a wiser stan, be a man, I cheer you on... it was clear I was gone.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Afar and aboard, I afford to put forth my chords, I'm never short, but swords can cut scores in fours, addicted to taking tours, depicted as tracing floors, the pure sensation is sore but dedication means more, so celebrations get bore, deliberation is stored, and to the seas- the breeze is how I seize the shores, to pick and please, it breeds some picky seeds and ******, so take some heed to breeds that work to lead and score, you wish to tease your weeds, well never grease your pores, and when you open your door, the tour you're scoping will soar.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The forecast!, is tops dropped, wide coverage, the media exposes ******* at a fast rate, rain go away, call me crazy but you motherfuckas only get shady when it was sunshine, so y'all complain when it only rains one time, in a year where you all fear being clear; now it's a new day!, I'm through with life sentence, and isn't it cool, I call it fame with a vengeance, assurance and endurance.. very durable.. is it a cure?, or was it all ego?, a beta male can tell me, you alpha's gotta look from inside out, beta's gotta look no further, cause you wild n out, the surprise is in, there's about to be a lot of bloodshed if these ******* don't **** the fasade, c'mon and ride with your boy, we about to go a hundred deep in this ******* and I ain't playing!, if you feel what I'm saying, tighten your chest, you claim you'll take a bullet but you won't come home for humble pie?!, and it's a shame cause it's sugarcoated, didn't even need to go in deep, we'll take our time to die. CAUSE LIFE IS GOOD.
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 eyes will open as the mind grows, blows that led to me, being more than just an intellect, **** what they said to me, following lessons had my mind stressing, newborns ahead of me, which ain't right, must continue flight, or height won't be fed to me, house arrest has soon lead to me, being wise through these times, watching fakes and snakes be crumbled to pieces all for their crimes, made it much less of a barrier of lies that I had to climb, now I face the truth, my future ain't blind, recognize it's time, to come step it up a notch I won't stop till I reach the top, don't care if you bring the feds or the president, phonies flop, continue my learning, burning refuses to hit the scene, I'm focusing on the truth in this world get what I mean.
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 Dec 2019
Check your thesaurus, enjoy the chorus by falsettos, go forward one letter and then you pedal towards the ghettos, blessed with the spiritual, lyrical range of concepts, quick with unkind reps, but my steps define self, though buckled with strange belts that felt as if they just came a loose, remember Juice, it seems a truce to things is never true, so I subdue but risk the chew from the world around me, baritones will sing the songs of what all surrounds me, I travel soundly to Illmatic cause the stories inspire me, entirely, brought into a view of society, that fires me, driven to rip holes in living soul, but I maintain hold cause the cold is bitter froze, fit for whatever's told cause the blows are pretty late, will I return face to the gates that keep me cased, if I dodge base, and the hate of deadly shrooms, that spells doom in the room that's getting groomed, facing an interlude that intrudes to not consume interest in flowers bloomed that resume to bless the noon, forever in the loom of the goons that get me wore, quick to cause sores from adoring the corner stores, It is bleak but you will eat when you just retreat, watch the streets cause it competes with it's fad critique.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Ideas of cluttered bunch, avoided buttercups, but what's the difference?, don't you witness both muttered not much, stuck and never spread, the roses hit my head, no more I tread towards the thread, beauty's in my pledge, approached and never dead, I grow and let it show, the seeds proceed their lead, I thank our GOD for glow.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Through the hands of time, you see my plans unwind, and that's fine, because a secret sparks a deeper dark crime, it's the selections through these sessions that are hard to tell, but see I favor honesty, so I execute spells, pretty well, these jail cells tell the tales of one's hell, but don't unveil when they fail the bail, of an innocent male, kind to sunshine, results in them blind, they can't rewind cause the shine minds one's who have died, can't say you tried cause the trials saw you effortlessly, selfishly ignoring facts through this hacked track, it's helping to see that you were fine mentally, now every guilt comes centered on thee, that killed the shadow of he, so let false evidence delete, now it's not bound to repeat, because it tasted defeat.
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!
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