Advent Verbal Kent
10-10-06, 02:17 PM
Open mics, gut the insides
I'm just out to get into my writes
1st amendment rights was your last mistake Sammy
you might as well hand me that f!cking knife
Try we and fight me but my speech flees with kites
Rictor's crumble reading my ripples
as the sips gow to gulps from my mothers chaffing nipples
HipHop dribbles from my rusted lips
through boosems direct to body
The purity is sick, deadly down to the last drip
till im dead still with a mic gripped.
democracies a mockery of everything I beleive
you think your free, Its like a good dream
until the decloaked strings holding your wings appear opaque
The pillow clouds apparently dont seem to be that safe
Murked from the angels, forced to configure escapes out of awkward angles
so heres my offering to you presented with my mangled arm
a caged eagle, an empty salute, and a star spangled bannered bomb,
a flaming flag, a confederit rag, and a Marxist newspaper ad
See Im one man under the land
I feel the pitty pats of every scam running
and this stranger had the nerve to ask, "Whats on your mind, why you so mad?"
and i dug deep inside and confided, "do you really want to get stabbed?"
AvK
I'm just out to get into my writes
1st amendment rights was your last mistake Sammy
you might as well hand me that f!cking knife
Try we and fight me but my speech flees with kites
Rictor's crumble reading my ripples
as the sips gow to gulps from my mothers chaffing nipples
HipHop dribbles from my rusted lips
through boosems direct to body
The purity is sick, deadly down to the last drip
till im dead still with a mic gripped.
democracies a mockery of everything I beleive
you think your free, Its like a good dream
until the decloaked strings holding your wings appear opaque
The pillow clouds apparently dont seem to be that safe
Murked from the angels, forced to configure escapes out of awkward angles
so heres my offering to you presented with my mangled arm
a caged eagle, an empty salute, and a star spangled bannered bomb,
a flaming flag, a confederit rag, and a Marxist newspaper ad
See Im one man under the land
I feel the pitty pats of every scam running
and this stranger had the nerve to ask, "Whats on your mind, why you so mad?"
and i dug deep inside and confided, "do you really want to get stabbed?"
AvK