Kill rob steal
Kill rob steal
They say he’s crazy
But the voice in his head
Is the only thing
That can tell him
To chill
Tell him to chill
Tell him to chill

There’s food on his plate
So he [aint] starving for meals
No need for [slangin’] rocks
For a dirty dollar bill
No pressure from the squad
About keeping it real
But he’s running
He’s gunning
Looking for something
Before he loses appeal
Did so much
But feels like his whole life
Amounted to nothing
No riches
No bitches
No beefing
No mutton
Not even a dollar
To leave in his will
So the only thing left
Is to…

Kill rob steal…

I could tell you the story
Of a better man
With better views in his mind
Intentions to follow a better plan
But you’d disbelief
Miss the letter
Much less the memo
And
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I don’t throw shade
I just cast a big shadow
Sometimes it’ll leave you in the dark
Though
I wonder
Is there anything colder than my heart
Oh
Ramblings
When I put my pen on the paper
And I don’t know where to start
So you can dissect it
Say it’s not the creative kind of art
Too varied
I shouldn’t take it from the heart
I take it all to heart
Can’t be helped
I try to speak on society
And it turns into some personal shit
We always say it’s taking care of business
But we all know it’s personal
Shit
There was a time that I was a machine
Dreaming about being faster than a man
Wearing the wrong shoes
Yelling
Catch me if you can
And those lines
Didn’t come out the way I planned
I’ll keep that one in my heart
It’s too personal
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Don’t throw stones
In a glass room
Don’t play trombone
On a bassoon
Obvious things
You many never know
Trapped in a life
With destinations
You may never go
Experiences lacking
So you may never grow
So
Start from the beginning
I’m begging
Block out the fools
Who be egging you on
Tear a girl up
Break her down
‘Til her leggings were gone
‘Til she tears up
‘Til she has to find a message in songs
Creating a clone of the first girl
Who did you those wrongs
So
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Primitive living
Forgive him
Forgiven
Mother he never meant to flirt
With prison
This isn’t
This isn’t
The story of one rehabilitated
After understanding
The science of prisms
To be divided against himself
Is hell
This isn’t
This isn’t
Heaven either
Purgatory
Maybe
But look wider
The scope of the universe
This isn’t
This isn’t
Limited solely
To the ground he walks on
He looks to the sky
He sees dreams
This isn’t
This isn’t
The nightmare
He paints
It seems
That at some point his visions
Were lost in the seams
But this isn’t
What this is
Is what this isn’t
A desire to be confusing
By using
Words played against each other
Rather
A question
Searching for an answer
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Love
Tell me
What do you know about it
I doubt it
Sounds made up
Calm down
Don’t need to be so loud
Your words are crowded
I can’t tell them apart
Was that your heart
That shouted
Infatuation
Tell me
What do you know about it
I doubt it
I feel alive
When I’m not without it
No need
For it to be returned with
The same voice
Depth
Poise
The world doesn’t have to be jealous
Or patronize while saying
“DOZE GOIZZZE…
…Are so good together”
To you
It should be all noise
It’s what they never explained
When you were girls
Boys have to become men
To provide you with those joys
Sounds familiar
But obligation
History
Good enough
Don’t have the same eyes
To see health in the pain
They’re just a good pairing
Where you always get earrings
On anniversaries
Birthdays
Commemorating
When cupid was … Continue reading