RASPY 8,834 Posted December 19, 2015 An old piece Nothing's promised, fade away as I'm puffin' cronic Stuck in solace, I lie back, but trust, I'm f*ckin' honest Composing sonnets from thoughts exposed in comics My thoughts land on the page with the force of exploding comets .. A rogue, uncontrolled with a hold on logic Leaving entities a memory left to unfold in lockets In God's hands as he moulds a soul of a demon Banished underground, renown for disowning His legion Flow as cold as the seasons, you'll lose your grip on life I'll make you see the light if you need to grab hold of a reason .. Comatose, close to ghost, but still breathing Packing bombs in ya backpack, leave you bleeding for treason Hip hop is dead, I'm rhyming in her memory Relentlessly deading any MC that you send to me It wasn't meant to be, the chords of the thunder sound I rise to where the heavens be.. the lord of the underground Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
