"Words are the space//
Thats why he weaved the black book//
I play the game with strange times//
And through pages i receive the curse//
But Jesus never carried the purse and gave in neck rotations to similarities of what came to the game//
You need to switch your places//
I know thoughts aren't the same//
But i hear something whispering//
Reality murdering//
Just like words simplifying//
They say i'm Homophobic//
But mine is just inctrinc//
And flows with the basic//
Tell your kids about the monster//
Words are just the truth booster//
The roots ties with the roots//
And cables runs between the poles//
Some define the mediocrity motivation//
But what about the young introduction//
Toddler tuition and persuation//
This is just the introduction and truth location//
The sky, the stars, the clouds, the rain//
Is see the seed pain and confusion gain//
I'm not the judgement day MC but not young blood rising from the same chain//
Reproduction philosophy?//
Ok just call me somebody//
And time will separate with the agony//
It is the war against our own dignity//
Alterations drains millions and i see two demons//
The tone, skull refill//
I'm even confused when i approach the till//
Kill me i just hate the bill//
Lean back and seal//
My heart bleeds for those pains she endured//
But you fight against her and the Lord//
Are you bored?//
You just deserve the sword//
I'm not perfect but i'm going to bend your rod//
Yes its just the words on the board//
When thugs fly high orphans starve and die//
But when insane thermocouple bond happiness swim in our fish pond//
They shoot us for telling the truth//
Is it smooth//
Or hard as the hippo's tooth?//
Sciptures tell stories of happiness but they step on it//
One potato is smashed and he punish even with this heat//
Glasses they are//
And words are far//
But lames can't just adhere like the tar//
I'm not perfect nor the insane//
Back strokes upon the swimming pool can't be the lane of drive//
But you continue to dive//
Shoot me with hash vocals but i can't just watch pretendees//
Atleast i'm in love with poetry//
You think pieces are hard to chew but my ruler shows me that there's no clue//
Do you even know that skies are blue//
Neither you don't realize how played at those small homes//
I was in love//
But she's with her//
And i'm like a scared hare//
Its tough to roll in the fork//
But rights tells you to rock and smash the culture's lock//
Look at the rains and the couds, smooth and it counts//
And you?//
©lethal
L