….The tour was a bore, hurt me to my core, wished it was more to explore; the Viking battle ax at the door, fell and hit the floor, but still I was totally looking for anyone who knew the damn score, my favorite team was getting creamed the last I seen, but now it’s halftime and I’m feeling an unusual calm, even though I don’t have a dime, to pay my debt this time, let’s hope my hand ain’t forced to commit a damn crime..
Rhyme.
Rhyme Real.
Feel How U Feel When U Know How I Feel.
Heal From Harm B-Cuz Of Poetics Warm.
Storm, Approaching.
Hoping Is The Best Thing.
Sing Song Of Freedom When The Law Go Away.
Lay Awake Awhile Knowing EvenWhenILie Or Don't I'll B Caught Up N A Moment N Crime.
Rhythm, rhythm real can get you sought out, and killed; and that ain’t when keeping it real goes wrong, it’s from singing the same ole song where you don’t belong..
- Authors: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh
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- Finished: October 10th, 2023 15:30
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