Amerika
10-31-05, 09:07 PM
Why jostle the fossil?
Force the hostile apostle to spread gospel
But it aint a rhyme book, its a novel
You follow?
I'll lead...
And address the pressing needs
People prey to their prayers, stressing your subtle knees
Subtletys get lost, like minds ,puppies and keys
Or your job in a G Dub Bush economy
I'll prolly be....
Left.
Like gangsters pass, right?
I'll prolly catch....
Wreck.
Like poles do all night.
I'll prolly be....
Death.
In the alley, with a knife
But If you gotta gun son then I'll prolly take flight.
Aiight?
Out of self preservation, not of fear
But objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.
I'm sheepish. Wool sheared.
Will you make me somthing, dear?
But I still aint worn the gloves you knat me last year.
My first impression clear
Second guessed from stress
And third strikes here, yes its just a mess.
So he made a crucifix from forehead to chest
I'm just gonna plead the fifth cos I'm savior bereft.
With hefty bags packed with preened poem pieces
Monologues, soliloquies, rants, raps, and thesis'
Formerly refered to as the Jesus from Phoenix
cos I pull facts outta my magic bag like Felix
Deal wit hbeing a zeitgiest in the wrong time
Imma damnation equation
Solve for Why.
Force the hostile apostle to spread gospel
But it aint a rhyme book, its a novel
You follow?
I'll lead...
And address the pressing needs
People prey to their prayers, stressing your subtle knees
Subtletys get lost, like minds ,puppies and keys
Or your job in a G Dub Bush economy
I'll prolly be....
Left.
Like gangsters pass, right?
I'll prolly catch....
Wreck.
Like poles do all night.
I'll prolly be....
Death.
In the alley, with a knife
But If you gotta gun son then I'll prolly take flight.
Aiight?
Out of self preservation, not of fear
But objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.
I'm sheepish. Wool sheared.
Will you make me somthing, dear?
But I still aint worn the gloves you knat me last year.
My first impression clear
Second guessed from stress
And third strikes here, yes its just a mess.
So he made a crucifix from forehead to chest
I'm just gonna plead the fifth cos I'm savior bereft.
With hefty bags packed with preened poem pieces
Monologues, soliloquies, rants, raps, and thesis'
Formerly refered to as the Jesus from Phoenix
cos I pull facts outta my magic bag like Felix
Deal wit hbeing a zeitgiest in the wrong time
Imma damnation equation
Solve for Why.