I suffer; n bleed out emotions
I’m not tough leather I need devotion
N my mind is like an itchy trigger finger
Rarely thoughts simply linger
My synapses snap crackle pop
Battling thoughts unraveling lots
I have triumph regrets; perplexed
What do I do. What’s next
Feel the pain or head up n “feel the rain”
Or I shut my mind right off
“It’s just another day”
I run around; Me n my poetry trainbound
Cityscape playgrounds
Openly admit I ain’t close to perfection
Just beautifully scarred
Life is an intersection
So…
Which way now?

Stormz.

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Respiration calm; just slidee by;

Move faster than the traffikk

Gliding through sky; the snowstorm;

It covered the cascade

I’m floating; high kite bitch;

Kind of making me anxious…

But embrace it; head proudd

Held high ;Cause I’m done up;

This Vixen is just Lit

Up the whole city; princess of my district

A misfit; miscreant

Hesitant ; to let em in this

World I twirl turn; more precious than pearls

This is my life; I hold it tight

Can’t let it burn

So I run through the raindrop city

It really drip n drop poetry

Slam formation n hip hop

Sewn into my platform

Your laptop flat screen.

 

 

Rascalz – Blind Wid The Science ; Cash Crop 1997

 

 

My favourite verse.

[Misfit]

Beyond compare, will I dare
A glutton for punishment
You’re starring so deeply
Cause of my hypnotic
Predicament you’re in [?] now
As I mention
Turns of abuse
Laughin, it’s too late for a truce
I pass the physical all mentally
I got the chemistry
Them other’s are history
When I shape em like geometry
So parallel my gram
You must be hittin with the third
Your visions [?] blurred
Trapezoid and obscure by the right one
The Misfit, maverick, here’s the light one [?]
Two, three then you will see the
Subliminal message
When pros flow
By a morse code tactic
My advice, obstain from overuse
Please don’t overdose, in soul
You’ll needs a boost
Hooked like your sweet tooth
On a lyrical fountain-head
We’ll learn sure the malnurished when I gets fed
Puttin kings in check, only true be fortold
I’m wrecking his fashion
By makin a statement with this tongue lashin
In ways you can’t figure, is I be
Swingin a size 44 bat
Like a Louisville slugger
And when this ends
To the mound, I be the pitcher
Do you get the picture
It’s time to substitute you for a pinch hitter