I apologize, I still don't know how to do cuts. However, I just posted the first ever originally composed hip-hop lyrics on this blog, so you shouldn't care. In fact, just because I did something fresh and didn't cut the post at the same time, cutting posts has now become very, very uncool.
But, yeah. Lyrics.
Is this your iconoclast victory of epic proportions?
The rain and thunder that batter the threshold of my ideological doorstep?
Have you been counting my missteps, counting the poison drips
that filter through the sediment into the coffee I sip?
I bet you love watching me slip through the cracks
in the teeth of that luminescent smile you flash.
This is a fuselage crash, the dispersion of embers,
the sting of your cankers, the descent of ten thousand anchors
Take a step back, absorb what was just periphery.
Suddenly it seems the cityscapes not what it used to be
Suddenly it seems the asphault’s grown serpentine
and squirms into tourniquets that pinch off reality’s arteries.
You strike the first blow because you’ve gotten quicker
I can’t dodge because the static’s gotten thicker
while out in the car the children get sicker
because mommy spent the med money on liquor
It goes one two three one two three four
You can go if you want but don’t slam the door
Because when disturbed the sleepers love to make war
It goes one two three one two three four
I tighten up the saddle, lead the cavalry into the reef
because even monsters get engulfed by the swagger of the seas.
I sit back turn the tables in a way you’ve only heard tell of in fables
after months of swinging stable, looks like the bough's dropped the cradle
Gets burned, didn’t know who he pulled the pistols on
It goes one to three one to three four,
You can go if you want but please don’t slam the door
Because when disturbed the sleepers love to make war
Like they haven’t done this all before
2 comments:
You are the family's sole font of talent. I love it =)
I want to hear a recorded version!
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