lauantai 19. syyskuuta 2015

last leg

this isnt a poem, this isnt literature
you wouldnt believe how little you own em
a figure of speech, a figure on a paper
yea they leech, youll win later
its a matter of will and wit and a clever mind
that manager who makes you write that paper

yea I did rhyme paper with paper
call me a loser, call me a failure
though aint paper all were after
yea I faked, yea I lied
we made it through all this, does it matter
who said what, enough they cried

Im not saying Im a lyrical genius
Im just saying you make nauseous
Im not saying Im good at what I do
Just saying were tired of you blaming - us 

dont stop blaming - us
cuz isnt that what fuels - us
whoever chose what means - us
did I ever choose to become one of - us
thank you for fighting the rights of - us
we didnt ask for it but are we still there for - us

the noise downstairs, the noise in my head
the noise outside, what difference does it make
brass clowns blowing their horns, no one cares
oh god, who asked them to do their job
well I can tell you were giving em their share

the noise downstairs, the noise inside my head
the noise outside, what difference does it make
maybe the only line in this writing that makes any sense
let me just try my hardest to rhyme it with something else

Im heading out, thank you for listening everyone
takes a while to vomit a line after a line everyone
well done everyone, we made it so far
had no idea where to go from the start...

lauantai 22. elokuuta 2015

you know this cliff looks so tempting

Oh, my lord
Such a long way we've come
No matter the mud
I will try and fight the cold

Oh, our lord
So sour the taste become
The frozen hill
Will never give us hope

One day we will - find another one
Keep telling them - we'll be fine

So does the wind, keep screaming at your name
Dazing and arguing, will keep at us bay
One day we will - find another one
Keep telling them - we'll be fine
We'll be fine

 

tiistai 11. elokuuta 2015

Hello, world.

Well done everyone, we made it so far.

Never had an idea where to go from the start.

perjantai 27. helmikuuta 2015

27-2-15

We all have our struggles and we rarely change
Think I've had my chances and Im still afraid
Never a thing that defines my success or fate
No matter what I do or manage to make

Sometimes it comes from a place of love
but I can only get so many tells from god
Im ashamed, I regret, I get shat upon
After a while it stops hitting home