took some weak performances to see, I needed tweaks, so now I just record my hits to beats, applause and me dont mix, I spit and audiences ceased, but apart from this, what fits, is me regarding this to be, a gift so deep, the pits I fall in darken when I think, abysses fog, whats lit is gone, and pitch is all I see. so disturbed in tense like nervous twitches, I awkwardly, gather nerve, then verse whats written since Im arguably, the best writer our generation will ever know, Ill be a hard act to follow, that is of course if I let this go.... just freestyling, if talk is cheap Im tryna tell the broke, the cost of poetry, I dont buy it, for what they sell it for.... but this art in me makes rich give their wealth to poor, and the poor who bought this rich, so Im forever owed... Grace..... Gods Grace. Royal Blood.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 03:50:47 +0000
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