The common heat of the rare cold,
human discovers me in a bare mold,
I, feel as if there's a candle
held, hell freezes coz I can dull
my, feelings,
and I am drawn, into the art that I can't draw
and the start was the last straw
I fell apart at a damn draw.
And to this day I still can't draw
quick, gun's jammed when my jam's on.
flick, lights back to the band that's on.
I wanna fight back but my backs to the damn wall
Coz for pete sake I see these days,
when MCs say their energy's drained
there's no leeway
I'm Bruce Lee
no easy way,
so I fight to keep the success stronghold, long road a fucking freeway.
But I feel like I wanna bail from this crime scene
I'm coz I'm in jail for these rhyme schemes,
And I'm sick of breaking these bars down
so for now, that's a wrap and I'm screaming.
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EpsilonLessThanZero (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2019 06:26
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Comments2
I'm not sure how old you are?
I feel your lines are from the heart
But there's also a fighter trying real hard
As you hit on the line of Bruce Lee I heard
"be water my friend" shapeless ready to be free.
As it feels you do with a pen
Well expressed
Much peace and respect
Thanks man. I'm 19 haha. I'm glad you liked it thank you so much for the support Dan it means a lot.
Your words are really powerful. I can feel it.
That's so nice thank you for your support honestly
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