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I used both beats for this verse.
Its been years since I've posted. but here we go, yo,
Yo! Brought in, the new year, with a glass of champaigne// 'We made it' was the add I campaigned// I lost a couple loved ones// had to mask pain// To summerize the year yall, I had a bad game// You've gotta have, aim// To reach a vision, in the midst of crisis// International//Warfare//Picture Isis// Walking toward you with// Devices// Telling you// Recite this// Or merit you// As Lifeless// A better view// Is to stay in front of, the dude ahead of you// And never let him cycle, like the letter 'U'// Rewrite, the instruction manual, for better use// This, type of thinking, can put you on a pedestal// And with Cuba no longer barred// I can, sit back, piff a cigar// Planetarium, with Neil Tyson// Let him take me and my daughter, on a trip to the stars// First stop, we'll be visiting mars, and dimensions beyond// Putting in, perspective, what division we are// Debating on, if planets abroad, have simian arms// Are we merely alone?// or are we really involved?// And if we knew the answer, what is really the cost?// And as far as intelligence, you think you're the boss// Just imagine, if in comparison, you shrink to a moth// Pause// It can bring you, remorse// That if our molecular corse, was of surrogate force// I'm just bringing forth, questions of the past, today// Are we one, DNA, or a vast array// Or, an intentional castaway// With a task, to charade, or advance display// Went from primitive, to man, today// From inquisitive, to cruising on the, Mandalay// And to limit the elate, I'll emasculate// Are you living, in a trance, awake? Or are you trying, to advance, a race// This is cerebral calisthenics// The wordplay// Killing the verbals, you got a medic?// A thursday// I'm hitting the hurdles, I gotta get it// I've gotta be, indebted// I've gotta re-cement it, if I wanna re-invent it// Don't wanna be a menace// I've caused, enough harm, to date// Wishing I could just, casket, my moms, awake// "I'm straight, your granddaughter, is 8, with straight A's, on every, report card, to date, I'm sorry for all the late, phone calls, awake, Knowing I was in a gate, or a car, with Jake, Was a phase, I wish I could just, wash, away, I'm amazed, that I didn't just, walk, away"// And it pains// Knowing that I didn't, rearrange// The history, is tipping me, insane// Serenity, and aim// Is what I would, eventually, attain// And trinity, has given me a lane// On a, pathway, so consider me, arraigned// With, dreams bigger, then a vicinity, in Maine// Eventually, validity, will render me, a claim// Until then, I'm using anonymity, to gain// Can it, be in vein// The current, status of the game// Has got me automatically ashamed// What happened to the, insight, matter in the brain?// While you scatter in the rain, I'll be laddering the plane// Autistic, envisionist// Who could flavor, the vanity in things// I exhibit// Dna, in anatomy of kings..
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