Monday, July 9, 2012

Midnight in July


Midnight in July
So I was back in my zone with this beat repeat/
Trying to pray myself free/
From doom and defeat/
Then I pressed select all/
Control+Alt+delete/
I guess real wordsmith’s are obsolete/
He’s sounds like them/
I sound like me/
My flow is so irreverent/
I should’a been a Reverend/
And I’m to speaking to the sky/
Just in case you were checking/
Sitting underneath the world/
From my South East perspective/
My words are so reckless/
I’m checking hell’s guest list/
The truth is a noose/
Cause a Rope is necklace/
A ring is a band/
A band is a brand/
I got a million broken heart songs/
I sing on demand/
I don’t talk to my momma much/
But every time I rhyme/
It seems like I found her/
I pray out loud/
That Angels surround her/
That God blesses/
And embraces/
Her every encounter/
Dear Ms. Leslye Rachelle/
Its murder on your boy/
This summer of 2012/
I get high enough to function/
Do the best that I can/
God ain’t done with me yet/
I’ll a better man then I am/
Right now I’m strugglin’/
God’s presence is humbling/
Trying not to look back/
Fearing destruction/
The breath is the blessing/
My curse is my thoughts/
Love lives in a bad place/
Evil dreams she haunts/
But I’m the one who put her there/
Every time I/
Could’a, should’a, would’a cared/
Failed to follow through/
Failed to you/
I was talking on my phone/
But the call didn’t go through/
So I just typed it on my key board/
My life is in crisis/
What I’m committing to things for
Murdin’ Marylin’s Chamber’s/
Killin' her green door
All I make is bangers/
That’s what this thing’s for.

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