I'm a babbling
word trampoline
napping trapping rapping baboon
but I'm all clogged
in thick cob webs
music out of tune
from head to my legs
Twenty two ghosts roasting in the flames
A few of them screaming
out in pain
How did this get so out of control?
The fuse was lit, it started to boil
Punching the walls with my head
Ghosts living before they were dead
Enough is enough
Life can be tough
But what the hell?
It wasn't like this
when all was well
Yet it aint. I got no clue
I'd be damned if I knew what to do
Dance in the fire with the rest
Or take two to the chest
Bamn Bamn!
Tested, I'm hit
Out of my wit
No longer an Aztec assassin.
Or a warrior Cherokee
No longer an ember burning inside of me
A cicl of ice pierces my heart
It twists at the start of my art
The introduction
and the conclusion
Phantasmal illusion
Yesterday does not exist
Today will happen
The future was
and I'm lost somewhere amongst the confusion
I used to reign in the realm of rap
crap, now I only rule relations
words after words within predications
and antecedents.
All the wrong ingredients
For lyrics that be fly
tight as a needle's eye
No longer a Gee
Verbals and causals my enemy
Infinitives and gerunds
aint no fun
but maybe I'm back
on track
with my verbiage
character garbage
I think not, my pernicious reader
my wonderful mind eater
I write for you
and the ghosts
I'm a rat democrat
of sentence precision
never a derision
only a praise
the tone, the beat, the rhythm
never lost in the haze
I'm gone
I've got more to write
I'm back
aural attack
back to the call
After all
its my fault
if this deserves an exalt
Coming to you soon
more rapping baboon
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