At times I miss those I swore deserved fists
Reminisce of a youthful liquored bliss
Dulled pains of poverty
We sacrificed innocence dealt with daily anxiety
Hoped for future riches
Mangled and already chopped sentence
Just to make something ours
Child with distant eyes smiles
As he sips from life, tastes all sour
The meek that await power have no concept of time
Now at this final hour, I consider the value of rhyme
Wasted breath or a testament to the downtrodden
The apple that Adam ate was found rotten
At the worst of time I still find my head nodding
This boom-bap tapped, subconscious snaps
That this pen's jotting, tattered tongue spits
It's not a song but a collection of miserable thoughts laced with wit
Don't give a shit if you find me mildly entertaining
Look around we got 'nuff minstrels in training
My verses pertain to that truth we all feel in gut
World's corrupt, so now what?
This goes too quick At times I miss those I swore deserved fists Reminisce of a youthful liquored bliss Dulled pains of poverty We sacrificed innocence dealt with daily anxiety Hoped for future riches Mangled and already chopped sentence Just to make something ours Child with distant eyes smiles As he sips from life, tastes all sour The meek that await power have no concept of time Now at this final hour, I consider the value of rhyme Wasted breath or a testament to the downtrodden The apple that Adam ate was found rotten At the worst of time I still find my head nodding This boom-bap tapped, subconscious snaps That this pen's jotting, tattered tongue spits It's not a song but a collection of miserable thoughts laced with wit Don't give a shit if you find me mildly entertaining Look around we got 'nuff minstrels in training My verses pertain to that truth we all feel in gut World's corrupt, so now what? Explain Request ×
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