splash me on a page as a living verse
couple me with fervor and watch me inspire
painted expressions, exuberant in nature
lead me to a voice...pantomime choises
and forced decoys speak when associated
a plaid skirt with an apparent name...displays
betrayal in my lineage...blood-stained grains
but the being in my every fiber knows...
it knows
but I don't know
so why, with this new~found lost~cause can I not meet with the plausible?
the meek are fallible, with tangible needs they scurry
in a flurry of paragons and flustered partitions
how do you create?
I cannot...
these fences break down defensless communication
...no matter how white~washed
and I watch as my community grasps the coin in coincidence
...but can they coincide?
I can't even do my laundry without my T-shirts being bled on...
an array of pink tinged memories displayed for who?
In the cycle, a wet and bewildered version of 'I' sits, while I watch...
"will you just stand by and..."
...and what?
I can't even stand alone as an individual...
but if I could...could you believe I would...
and if you believe...then should...
should I stand idle~by and wittness the atrocities of man~kind
slip between my...declarative sentences?
Is it my choice?
my word is mine and my eyes are not...
or maybe I own them, but the images are sub~contracted...
the air is filled with them
and i can't peice them together to form an objected perspective
my ancestors scream in rage, and you show me how they lived?
splash me on a page, because that's all I have left
...is it right?
is it right for me to inspire?
...or should I insite...
MiNdLeSs drops some shit:
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=118592