Gift that's displayed in your writing. Different,
this place where your mind is, It's time for a gear shift, no more patiently driving.
Spit and go crazy when rhyming
Rip off the face of the blinded
Vision engrained in my eyelids.
And it's a (w)rap once I mix rhythm with cadence and timing. Conversations with God,
this my way of replying. Spongebob with the burning hand, "At least I'm safe in my mind" which is ironic cause my mind is like a safe full of diamonds.
Every verse is a heist,
with every word that I write, I up my appraisal in hopes that I can
purchase the price.
I jotted that on a post-it note at work
I plotted to turn a prose into a purse
I've got to get through most of this at first
I probably could write a poem in reverse
I watched them put my opponent in the hearse
And then they rolled up to the church. The pallbearers went back up the stairs, I've gotta bring the line back so I can tackle my fears.
I'm naturally prepared. I've got a gift,
this rapping is rare. It's wacky and weird,
Oblivious, yet actually aware.
I've got to bring this line back so I can tackle my fears, The pallbearers went back up the stairs.
Everybody filled the church because they heard I killed the verse. Can't pass up opportunities, the pastor read the eulogy. This passion tends to fuel me, imagining the cruelty. I break down every word so well I even help the stupid see. Giving verses its cousin, still everybody chooses sleep. Anan$i might produce the beat. Only way a teacher learns is if they let the student speak and now that I've regained my thoughts I'm realizing that you are me.
Just wanted to show that I could tell a story backwards but then I got distracted cause I really like to rap words. Mirror in my notepad, it's easier to find myself. When I've got to get my point across, clearly writing helps. It flows so I don't ever have to force-it, I just write what's felt. And oh in case you haven't noticed, I swear my life is swell. You made it through your darkest days, a darkness that your art displayed. Stepping through your story understanding every part that's played. I'm glad I made you proud of me, happy you were down for me. Being everything I didn't think we were allowed to be.
Everything you prayed about, I'm here to say you made it out. More than just a story Teller, now you help them make accounts. Self-appraisal changed amounts. Story of my life should really start with "It's amazing how..."
Delivery to desk job, you flew up out the nest Shaun. You're still a humble dude, but now it's harder to be flexed on. It's only the beginning, I'm holy when I'm sinning. I thought I was a loser but you showed me I was winning.
Like a highlight reel, what I write's real. And if you take a chance to read you'll see
how I might feel. Recorded all my memories and thought of what they meant to me, I really can't believe that I'm a quarter of a century. Used to think that you were doomed, now I know that I am destined. Lyrical artillery, I write some words and fire weapons. Searching for the answers when I couldn't even find the question. Everybody should be taking notes whenever I'm in session. Know when there's a Will, there's a way. That's why I Am Legend.
This was supposed to be a note to myself, but I didn't expect to open this well. I over-excelled. Understand that you should never underestimate.
You're special, great. With diction that can decimate because you've got your head on straight. Pray for praise, and bless the hate. Know you're on a quest for fate. Destined to a point where you've got more to give and less to take. The world is yours, that girl of yours. Those pretty little curls of hers. So amazing knowing that you'll take over the world with her. Her pretty eyes, her perfect smile. Hair switches up, she's versatile. Literally a genius, it's an honor to be worth her while. I'm trying to let these words flow, she ironed out my work clothes. Can't wait to wake up to her, when I let this verse close.
- Swaggy T
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