Sense
• Written by RapConcept
These notions I sense, like motions of commotion.
Intense.
Like ten thousand ten cent pieces released into the ocean.
Immense.
My focus relentless in it's focus.
Commence.
Like my shoulders are tense.
Throwing lyrical boulders.
Like HOLY Moses.
My sense of the senses is my only notice.
Oppress.
My onus is to boaster the quest.
Holster the stress like in poker and check.
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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015