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138 · Feb 2020
Quote: Freefall..!
Cyclone Feb 2020
Through this gravity, duality is reality...
Cyclone Jan 2020
My security blanket of calling 911 got destroyed in the burning bed...
Cyclone Feb 2020
after a fine period(.) I know my sentence will rob me of all my commas(,)😲😣, and my only explanation is exclamation(!)
136 · Dec 2019
I'm Just Saying...
Cyclone Dec 2019
As I'm moving up the ladder.. I found a medium with living large, small talk matters, but locked within this talk that for LIFE..  that you being a prisoner- can never break from the prisoner mentality because you guard it with your life!, just a theory from a thesis that was hard for me to try to debate, I put this on my mama though!.. it seems you die trying!, this can't be living!, I keep my sense of humor though by adding fuel to rumors, this fire and desire is the reason I never plan to retire until I can't take the heat from the kitchen, I love what's cooking and come back for seconds, my family holds it down, I never want to meet my hero, unless I'm a villain and he got time to come correct me, but **** the law, unless I fail to see outside myself my hero will be dead to me cause now I think my parents lied to me, tried to say he existed to scare myself from coming in my own skin, but it's hard to drain his image, especially whenever I sin, if you say I hurt your feelings **** your feelings cause the way I feel about em now is not in denial, you must understand this trial fore you show up, don't try to call it how you see it if you never been there where I was, TORE UP.
135 · Dec 2019
Channel Testimony
Cyclone Dec 2019
This is written at a moment where I actually don't feel like writing anything at all but journaling your emotional state at the moment is a great way of channeling it and I'd be a fool to turn away towards physicality I know I would later feel guilty about and come to regret. I mean no harm in my words, no harm to the platform in which I am writing, but I will not allow writers block to occur because there's **** I gotta get off my chest and if I keep it there it could beat the **** out of me and **** me slowly. I find my breath slows down, I'm put back at ease from the passion and anger my lower chakra has showcased. My crown chakra has morphed it into words, a prince well on his way to being a king in his temple. GOD is in me, but GOD built this temple and I have no right to refuse that to be the case being that when my judgement was cloudy I judged this all to be my works but worked near to insanity and never had a break. No pride I want in this excerpt but it adds to my credibility to be honest, I may have not told what really caused my anger but I knew how I was feeling. I caught it when it came, may all be at peace. At this rate, water becomes wine of the blood of CHRIST, and blood is thicker than water, I represent the family, I fight for the family as HE died for the family. All is good. All is good. All is good.
135 · Dec 2019
Letter To the Fam
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
On the surface it seems that I don't take too much personal but my energy beneath is personified as a mad man.
135 · Jan 2020
Quote: Celibate
Cyclone Jan 2020
My body count is one body, it's all me, riding on my own ****...
Cyclone Feb 2020
Granted, it's predictable; unpredictable when taken for granted.
134 · Feb 2020
Quote: Color Crazed
Cyclone Feb 2020
I keep it color conscious cause these color commentators keep the commentary colorful and graphic...
134 · Jan 2020
Breaking Point
Cyclone Jan 2020
The mystical dreaming, caught the free human being in his feelings, the individual's visuals look despicable, but he's prolifically out of misery, hypocrisy- daring to be the charging that's starting no sympathy, can he breathe in the killing spree, that wreaks in the city, plus some claims not witty cause they're truly begging for pity, the struggle fight will get ******, but how you see only shows that, ain't no trapping up in this mapping, you snapping on Kodak, taking notice to throwbacks, meditation on stations, that's for the nations that was facing proclamation from faking, make the game get mistaken for it's debating to odes, now the foes will get exposed and you will explode.
133 · Dec 2019
Personality
Cyclone Dec 2019
Personality, worst occurrence, first fatality, all before the search of how I can just earn my salary, looks aren't flattery, cursed assault would fault to battery, I can't halt, with salt, no sugar, it is full of nascency, now you laugh at me, epitaph of haunt will not define me, though at first I'm baffled by the wrath that once would mind me, time me till my prime, through every rhyme I learned to find me, life is like a rap although at times it cannot climb me, a skill that fills your will but drills the bill and killed the cable, I start to stress and question have I lessened or not able, to label my cradle as safe or nearly fatal, intuition stuck with malnutrition, where's my navel, ladle me the quintessential villain while I'm on the table, confused, abused, only stable by my one potential, zzz, snooze!, but really knew I'd loose by the one thing, fuse, into the man that first was scattered free, mature and then endure, for the PURE PERSONALITY TO EARN ME.
Cyclone Feb 2020
The devil is in the details but the "devil is a lie" is the main idea, know your truth...
Cyclone Dec 2019
You can rest peacefully now you son *****, we got your memo, keep your contributions known, oh **** it's time to leave this cemetery, dry my eyes, can't stand them teary, rest in peace, we out to get blown!, now years have passed, your name is unknown, forgot all about you, who were you again?, We done let society come and change us, ****** us up, and arranged us, we really in this world full of sin, going down memory lane, won't help us to mend, all of those feelings that we used to have, so now it's said and done, I guess the devil won, what is there left that is worth for us to grab? I'm not trying to point the fingers, not trying to make excuses, but the whole world does this ****, so no matter who you are, we will forget who you are, can't torch this furnace, the fire is lit, my mind was selfish and paybacks a *****, so release my soul as quickly as you can, then gon and have me buried, temporarily be worried, and forget about this ignorant man.
131 · Dec 2019
Mastermind
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!
131 · Dec 2019
The Lost Commandment
Cyclone Dec 2019
My homie Pac spoke the "secrets of war", you never cease in the streets till it's peace after gore, either verbal or it's physical, long as it's visible, you gain and claim your visual, individuals with rituals, mystical, dribble a force?, watch its course in the other sports!, at the beginning of the end of the day, it seems my eyes are beaming dreams when I'm meaning to pray, and I say I just wanna lay, grazing in sunshine, "baby we made it here!", playing through one line, enjoying the fun times, raising our children, I finished filming, so more time I spend with your feelings, stare at the ceiling, it seems it's peeling my vibe, holding my hand, I understand we're a tribe, get up to handle business, precision is needles, kiss you goodnight, and it sews up the evil, feeling feeble knowing that the poem I told em, never will mold em, only will bold them, still I must fold them, sold em complete, mission may be *******, but still it's unique.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I dealt with a guru who knew you too and now he has the world on his shoulders.. making toy soldiers into real men...
Cyclone Feb 2020
I know you love to live, you just hate how you living...
130 · Dec 2019
A Damn Shame
Cyclone Dec 2019
The ghetto street poet rhymes an analytical anthem, expands the crowd around him all amused, but what they think of it, humorous, playful and ****, they never got the message they all confused, in this increasing accepting society this poet is trapped, not cause he's black but cause he's blessed with the mind, that scraps the cost of being lazy, loudmouthed and crazy, GOD bless his babies cause they won't be fine, the misunderstood few, will always be new, around the people that know not what they do, you tell me after this rhyme, what comes to your mind, because these times are as confused as you.
129 · Jan 2020
This Is Apocalypse
Cyclone Jan 2020
Score to pass this forecast that's more fast, plants start to pant, the light's scant for chloroplasts, force they *** to take course, remorse last, energy was source for corpses after they're born in this, like metamorphosis forfeiting, forcing four dwarfs into orphans, what's morphing this from going forth to distortion is extortion from taking vital portions, enforce a smile that is not beguiled, bleak miles in freestyles, speak now?!, off the top of my head that bred the lead that can burst heads, blood on our hands as the curse spreads, the first dead- worked meds that weren't sure- of their state, too late to cure, I deter to defer the blur, inferred its raid thicker, through my slur-I would fade the picture, laid down quicker but my craze just delays the glaze that stays, paraphrase cares depraved, ways waves- to this slave's conscience that's waived, code of conduct is fond of my wrongs abducting a buck for a day, but do I stay in the comfort of my own self?, no!, I steal to appeal to my gloam felt, and asking "What is wealth?".
129 · Dec 2019
Ego Death
Cyclone Dec 2019
Ego death, known as Identity theft, counting zero stacks!, where my hero at?!, left where my credit is just an uncredited sidenote.. but I wrote that!, nobody ever chose to stick around and **** with me like that!, my body count is one body, it's all me!, riding on my own ****, ****** in this complicated relation that's grown, reverting to reverse to insert in my own comfort zone, everybody's dying tonight!, recognize where I came from, very few could live to tell, smells of my old self all coming back, never came to my senses, till I thought I found peace, watched demons release, but my vessel was a stronghold, never deceased, but at least, the cover up would put em to sleep; seeped through the cracks and I did it like that, who could face up!, plus I'm going bankrupt!.. in a blank stick up.. who's guilty of my trip up?!
Cyclone Feb 2020
Cursed assault would fault to battery...
129 · Dec 2019
One Thing After Another
Cyclone Dec 2019
I take a minute to clear these gimmicks I mentioned, the tension making me second the need for wrecking my section, this new impression may shoot all the true affection, no destiny free from stressing, our beings are two dimensions, for three, I'm messing with fragrance that proves it's flagrant, no putting me at the top, I'm so opposite not adjacent, I caught you chasing me, facing me, know I'm naughty, but since my interest was instant, let's party in my Bugatti, the music doubts me so no one chooses to shout me, so losing this type of thing, all the dues it brings sings about me, call each other by cursed names, fame was not the same, no gimmicks cleared cause I fear, here, I was to blame.
128 · Feb 2020
Quote: 300
Cyclone Feb 2020
The war is my rival, but still survivals' at stake...
Cyclone Dec 2019
Lost ones and a lost soul doesn't know the mystery behind his history coming back wanting payback, play it in the Maybach, and lay back, and take that, face that, you'll never find your way back, your lost, I put the petal to the metal, knowing I'm a rebel to the level of understanding that I don't see myself, a vessel, that's a rhythm for your nation if you wish to lead an army in a harmony you love, mastering the art of proxy wars using oxymorons, and leading all my enemies to think I was the weakest link with strong connections, that's how you form a bond with robbing souls, I call it "making a killing", the perfect toll of hyperbole and so tonight will be the night you struck the nerve in me to ****** the ******* that never heard of me fully, you heard?!, never complicated, it'll be easy to die the fastest, plus it tends to be the nastiest ones, from the flashiest guns, no need for asking me I demonstrate it happily and leave some room for silence-later, the science behind the triumph, I cannot explain, it's the feeling that does the talking and pleases the brain.
Cyclone Dec 2019
It's foolish what the cruelest duel does to a fool, its a dual rule, fuel for some buzz; got so many throwaways it's hard to count how many takeaways there was, really I don't care cause in a sum they're odd anyway, just to call it even I was leaving them behind to collect the dust I don't want to carry, never will it dare me, to take a step back cause I just go forward, staring at the ground where I might slip again, my sights giving in, so I form ground rules, it's my dream now just to be a groundskeeper, grounded cause it sounds well but they caught me sleeping on the job so the enmity from groundswell killed me in my sleep rather softly I say, that's the hard knock, power of it clocking in faster than a bullet, full of it, I'm full off it, useless is that small profit, though quickly gained, I just lost it much faster than I got it, a usual systematic impediment, where you never knew the deficit your head was in....SHALL WE BEGIN?
Cyclone Feb 2020
I love that I'm over 6ft tall. I'm not average, but still I have large shoes to fill.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Never took a while to introduce you to my social circle... I spoke to Urkel
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.
125 · Dec 2019
Watch Yo Mouth
Cyclone Dec 2019
I guess the cat can grab our tongue, still shaking it off, I'm setting it off, simply I'm taking it on, I'm faking, it's gone!, I'm seeing these things, now it's pretty clearly seen that you see what I mean, you use reverse psychology on forward thinking, you probably got its head out the clouds, or maybe your's in your ***, the cards dealt, word of mouth speaks for itself, but in need of some need of direction so it practices what it preaches, twisting the words, or stretching the meaning, but inflexibility in what I'm seeing?, I'm just a liability then, forgive me my friend, I'm at a loss of words if I live to defend, I'm speechless, so are we fair in results, what's the resolution, if were used to revolts? Do we talk it out, or learn to walk it out?
125 · Dec 2019
Misunderstood?...
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.
124 · Jan 2020
Pimped Not?!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Ambition in his mission was heart of a ****, prohibition soul driven was colder defense, bolder your glimpse in a sense may make it seem tense, but all these problems to your tolerance makes solemn so it's calm and dense, your offence was the way you cater, you knew the taper path you took by saying prayers would dissolve betrayers, your appreciation secedes with form of lead, withdrawing from the wrongs that preceded and just retreaded.
124 · Dec 2019
Bandit
Cyclone Dec 2019
When the bandit no more stands it, he will hand it, depart and transit, when I plan it, I will scan it, fail and then can it, no one's demanded to be stranded, banded in scamming, we just commanded our remnants to fuse and man it, now screaming "**** it!", I am rammed to depend on T.A.N.F, how can I stand if I am planted in help that's jammed in, a different planet, now I'm lost, poor and slanted, just like the bandit who was stranded, now I must hand it.
124 · Dec 2019
Adversity/Primetime
Cyclone Dec 2019
Back against the wall, running into blocks stop me dead in my tracks, seeing ghosts catch me though I ride plenty deep, hard to sleep!, analyze battle cries, tattoo tears, I wash away with the holy water, not cursed by preachers that baptized me in this game, I was a game manager that sought to prevail, my game fails if my ears sense thunder under stress, my opponents love this test, what's to know!, or show I'm aggressive- with the pace of spoken words so soft and subtle, it's hard to get em fast enough, I picture them as being last words, beginning to make sense when it's all said and done, patience brother, cause our mother hasn't let go, for we must hold on and take our time, for what we know can't outshine our intentions, and plus my comprehension, recalls me naive I forgot to mention, another humble break fore I break loose, I know it feels uncomfortable but yo, it's no excuse, can't have it how I want it, I wanna help you understand it, and I hope GOD surely planned it, you're a player, play on player and play your role, the integrity within your soul, I can't control.
124 · Dec 2019
Battle Sucka Mc's
Cyclone Dec 2019
Truly behold, I've captured beauty and soul, controlling cowardly streaks, connecting sour and sweet, steady sensation, my flavored "deadly" rotation eliminates competition, decisions slick with precision, proved efficient, confusion fuses deficient towards all the victims that spitting, my rhythms' wisdom depicts em, as, problems unsolved that can't evolve or breathe, so when they ******* with me, they stressing "please not me!", so activating my aspiration, to folks I say salutation, my rhymes are so captivating to be, the urban legend that came from heaven and pending to be attending conventions where cats attempting to flee.
123 · Jan 2020
Quote: Hope
Cyclone Jan 2020
Focus while in your hopelessness, homeless but never boneless...
Cyclone Dec 2019
Calling out the life I live when I choose not to bust, I feel I'm going nuts with no rush to adjust me, no girl can feel my pain when I just hold it in, we're holding hands knowing it was time to part ways, the things within my closet I may never own, if I never kept it fresh, just as dry as bones, simply picture drama piling as we speak, feeling on an island where you're just among the weak, sit on it in disbelief, wishing your belief was uncertain, just behind the curtain you was hurting to find it wasn't, nobody to trust, everybody knows your gullible, anybody capable of taking your power, now you say "**** the world" but the world rapes cowards, and maybe I was guilty of it, what the hell we beefing for, years after I felt I embodied a castration, I could say I found myself, claiming desperate reparations, buying yet another day, living just another lie, though it gets repetitive cause now I'm running out of time. OR MAYBE I'M JUST PLAYING WITH MYSELF! AND IT HELPS JUST TO MAKE IT LAST LONGER.
123 · Jan 2020
Quote: Watch For the Cracks
Cyclone Jan 2020
If you talk your faults notice you walk with shame...
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!
122 · Dec 2019
26 Line Letter
Cyclone Dec 2019
At the height of my career,
Bewildered by the height of my success,
Cornered into giving you the miracle grow,
Didn't I tell you I got the juice for your roots?,
Excellent for thirsty Tiny Tims
Fishing for the Public Eye
Giving them fishy love
Had I seen it coming
I'd catch all the loansharks
Justifying my greed to be noticed at least
Killer clown fish once again in the current
Looking like the many fish in the ocean
Manipulating when I smell blood
Nothing for me to lose I suppose
Openly polluting the tropics
Previously it was the place I called home
Qualified to still return to my anchor
Ready to get off the hook
Still I want some control
Truthfully I never explored the 7 seas
Utilizing other individual's gifts
Virtuoso every so-so, now I think no-no
Wishing to be more consistent
X's & O's goes to my new potential
Yet this school of fish needs a leader
Zen state I've come to master.
Cyclone Feb 2020
forgiving all the Saints that beaten my boys down, they had to teach em how to be saints and never get complacent...
121 · Jan 2020
Quote: I Claim Myself
Cyclone Jan 2020
Everybody's **** stinks and this has me written all over it.
121 · Jan 2020
Soldier's Urgency/Sanity
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
Words follow silence. Silence follows words. Words follow one another as numbers follows the other. Words can speak of silence, and silence gives us room to observe those words. Words can say a lot the less they're spoken; or sound vague, a lot of words said can be misunderstood; or sound vivid, both ways could be taken for granted. I admired you through silence and didn't want to be anywhere else. I cursed you out through my words and rushed you to get me to work. I told you that I love you for the first time since marrying you. I chose not to talk to you when you wanted me to and needed me to. Silence proves words mean nothing though words can make something out of nothing and allow communication to exist to help most understand why or how they mean nothing. I require detail when too little is said, but I get the main idea. Silence gave me space to find that the devil was in the details in those few words said when I read between the lines. I adore rappers that are the greatest storytellers, the words of other rappers gets lost in the mix, but both can have a problem with repeating themselves. I either know nothing about them or back at square one and a lot is to be desired. At the end of the day it's stupid to question silence, I already know what it is except I hate to accept it sometimes. Words can't explain it though they can speak of it, the only thing I'm left with is the space between my thoughts about it and the space that I'm left with when all is said and done. It's Silence, I was aware of it when I was silent but I used words to help it sound more interesting. I love them both in this collection of words that may be lost or understood, I call it the lost tapes, found at your leisure, enter or exit at your leisure, think it's the **** or not the ****, think I talk a lot of ****, or ain't saying **** at all. Everybody's **** stinks and this has me written all over it.
121 · Dec 2019
Do a Little Something
Cyclone Dec 2019
Do a little something, pleasure sure to expand, I wash my hands to exhaust risk of losses they plan, must understand I'm a man who don't cheat cause of scenery, come take a seat as I teach all their reasons for secrecy, their decency recently was redeeming their place, and everybody at their parties hardly tardy when shaped, appearing laced brought the case of me tracing the spot, had a date but my fate is not complacent with who I brought, dribble in pivotal tracks, but when lacking the fundamentals, I'm just a one coincidental mental with no essentials, with all my pencils breaking cause their aching with no potential, you take advantage, causing damage, rancid is my torrential, despise of the lies in disguise, must trust em not, avoiding from getting appointed, loyal to self employment, appointments anointing mourns, a joint that must get torn, copy the woman's scorn, all their points are not reborn, ain't it a night of my delight, flights, I have to form, sorting through the distortion for the portion I must reform.
121 · Jan 2020
Quote: Beneath the Surface
Cyclone Jan 2020
See me in my honest presence as a lie that hides his face...
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.
121 · Dec 2019
In The Name Of Life
Cyclone Dec 2019
Dancing like no one was watching, as the old saying goes, the beat goes on so I put my best foot forward towards change so I'll adapt to it with no resistance. I saved the last dance for you before my favorite record ends and then it's on to something new that'll soon grow on me as time passes. We pass on these genes to the boy that loves to breakdance and the girl that thrives in ballet, perfect cadence with elegance and beauty. They took it a step further I see, So You Think You Can Dance?, if you can't beat em, you minus well join em, one nation under a groove in the name of life.
Cyclone Feb 2020
Find the man in the mirror and get the picture clearer, once you vision things once, it's only getting nearer...
120 · Dec 2019
Early Life Crisis (Outro)
Cyclone Dec 2019
I share my cry till I clarify in brutal honesty, set aside if you promise me that a crisis is prophecy, sacrificing your might to fight but igniting for fair exchange, comparing when daring names but shame when I bear his claim, so we all may tear the same, but your compromise, was decisions you dramatized, the reason your sum declined, to others may come a shine, a sign through violence, they may worship when others silenced but die when they try alliance, cause timing will prove reliance is spelling dependent, and it fails when recommended to get your stand apprehended, so seldom, it's rarely mentioned but fairly despised, someone spare me rather than scare me, I stare in my eyes, it was my wish to rise, but from the cycle, I'm no disciple, if wishing for a revival, why do I think suicidal?, for maybe the clue is titled, "denied cause of genocide", my sentence identified, I ruined the sense of mind, why do even tense the time?, a rhyme never infiltrates unless cautious, knowing it's fate, if it even has no escape, less is not what I try to paint, but a saint must be never faint, even on the necks of lovely girls, a pearl cannot mask her hate, though we search in a drastic state, I relate to your sense and cause, we grow in a different frame, but retain age like menopause, may battle, shed blood and scars, apart we still have a heart!, our faces reflect our cases from traces of where we start, my statement may find its placement, detained like it's insane, rejected like it's a segment suspended, I won't complain, possessions can show obsession if stressing for it to fame, your smile that will soon defile, TRUE PAIN.
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