Can I uphold this reality?
Or will my mind fold-
decompose like shrubbery?
Broken down bolts and rusted spokes hold my chivalry
The only hope is my delivery
One flow
Two flows
Oh no, are you feelin me?
Why ask
Sickness is my epitome
As i control my rhyme
Never 'roll over' lines
If my sickness brings death then its rollover time
By myself
a 'Cingular'ity
My missions to be-
The end of a limitless sea (never over)
A flow of continuity
Words spoken fluently
No conclusion in a moving 'sea'
The 'shore' only marks the territory
And im sure the beach is composed of sands of allegory
Just read the story..
Getting smashed by tsunami waves
And the steam it leaves makes you unclear for days
Signs of the Lockness makes you think in the weirdest ways
Reflected in the mirror until your image fades
lol
A figment of my thought
But its real to you
The only colors are red and blue
A most wrathful and saddest view...
It's what I see in you
Incompleted yet seasoned stew
Its great-but needs a little kick
A simile or metaphor pinch
Perfect
So let there be light
The open spectrum is bright
As I live to lyrically fight and flight
and then at the end of it write...
~wind blows
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Favorite bars:
Signs of the Lockness makes you think in the weirdest ways
Reflected in the mirror until your image fades
Dope.
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