This is the result of my self inflicted seclusion,
Constricted pupils with veins filled with poisonous pollutants,
All my thoughts are misunderstood dilapidated delusions,
No rest for the wicked… I guess it's the ultimate price for this particular solution,
Subliminal messages suggesting to the weak in the mind and to the minds of the meek to open their eyes cuz this ain’t no twisted illusion,
I say fuck the “ He Said “, “ She Said “ shit… this is rage number two… better known as the fucking conclusion,
Real talk, ain’t no fucking confusion,
Kiss my ass all you want but let it be known that I’m not into your long term kind of smoochin’.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I
was chosen to be the subdued Prodigal
Son painting pictures with million dollar
views,
When it was play or be played, let it be
known that I paid all my dues...stole all the
stars, shot down the sun to,
I’m like a ticking time bomb or just call me
an extended clip locked in a fully loaded
gun coming unglued,
Walked the wrong path running a muck
splitting mountains in two, the New World
Order has begun… now can you see all of
the bullshit trying to shine through?
I know what it's like having to put in the
work and doing the dirt and leaving crime
scenes bloodied up but lacking any clues,
I just bodied another perp… I now give you
deja vu.
They left me caged up in solitude and led me astray to some fucked up desolate place,
Deep in the valley I stayed for countless years not just several meaningless days,
Places where the lost souls get corrupted masks of hate engraved upon the face,
Remember when I did my dirt and shit I ain’t never left any incriminating trace,
This murder 1 total recall, you just been erased,
More than a bitch-slap to the face,
Do yourselves a solid and back back ten paces.
There ain’t nothing around except the
blank face painted on the emotionless
clown, it's pretty obvious that the sun
hasn’t been shining all the way down,
All your venomous ways constantly
pulsated venom in your poisonous veins …
has the shit gotten any clearer now that
you’re stuck spinning around?
You’re about a breath away from being
head first 6 feet deep in the ground and a
breath away from never again hearing a
sound,
Had half a chance and just fucking threw it
away, now own that blank face stupid
while you look stupid blankly looking
around.
When I get in the zone and just let it all go and put my rhythm to my rhyme I start murdering people with my dark-side murderous flow,
The body count is steadily climbing… can you picture a simple person with a murderous ego, steady grinding and like a timebomb set to explode?
It’s like I was just doing bags of dope and caught up in a dark habit being held hostage unable to move from her evilly devised strangleholds.
When they used to call me Mr. Slow-Mo, I
was government classified a degenerate
lost soul but “ Convict “ seemed to be the
better fitted label,
Fuck it, just call me todays version of Clark
Gable armed at the late-night poker table,
Fake news or some fiction based bullshit
layered on top of false fables… I’m ready,
willing and able,
I spit real shit when I come to the table,
putting a voice to the words I wrote on that
bloodied up pad of paper,
Like I said, “ No Rest For The Wicked “, I’m
your guardian angel or better yet just call
me your fucking Saviour,
I put you to rest with murderous intent but
you won’t be missed so I did the world a
favor.
THESE ARE ALL JUST WORDS BUT IT ONLY TAKES 1 CORRUPT SENTENCE TO SATURATE INTO THE GOOD TO CHANGE THE WHOLE STORY!
©jgrayzer
J