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do you want some participation
something to lead to some escalation
of elation,
a Belgian breakfast that was made for free
without any room service fee, delivered directly
to your room-
that's right not a dream that was delivered by shrooms,
you may think i wrote this in the smoke ploom
now it's all on me that i am now soon to be gone
how it is now all on me, it's responsibility
now sing the damn tune son, contaminated the streams with energon
transform into a robot or some appliance with a big ol' butt
only adequate playin' putt putt at the rigged alliance
now this isn't strict science but when you add me you get a minus
but seriously i'm just trying to level with myself while
trying to come in contact with my inner self-
you might want to try justifying yourself as a user
the sort so high that they might float by
with no use a lone caboose attached to no train-
but lady or player that is just what they identify as pain
a feeling you get when your best boy is slain,
the sort of instance that occurs when the memory
of it thereof is persistent- if you never got into Dali
then let me tell you time is on the room and dead
ruled over by death and this Hindu god named Kali
who was a nice dood, i suppose who brewed the food
for one that was without anything but shoes, that's right
he was nude and without that brewed food and worked
for what he could- now on the same note my reaper is
sinking deeper in the drinka' that he'll never get out if he goes deeper,
if this is a trashy rhyme then you drink yourself stupid
try and design-- one rhyme that isn't birthed in some lupin
a werewolf that hunts the blimps
zeppelins that are on fire the kind busting thermometer temps
and the landing gear includes grenades instead of road tires
the promenade will never recede though it'll definitely intercede
between my instant of relaxation inside the crumbling nation
it's not irresponsible since every other day i seem to be a constable
working his a** trying to be sensible, now it seems the reasons all make a crucible--
either be a lover or duck for cover
- by my master your servant |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/26/2009 |
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- Title: A Natureof Unconscious Denial
- Artist: my master your servant
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Description:
A simple rhyme I wrote on the spot about another song I saw that was so annoyingly simple, recently the Son of Mourning has been on the pressure gauge with me and busting the indicator, dancing around my pillow as a satyr.
Peace! - Date: 06/26/2009
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