meh

Powerless, paralyzed and futile

That is life, when you've not been useful

It's like Blindness in the pupil,

I was blind when I was a pupil

Thought I was bringing new flows

When I was acting a fool though

Skills from acting school though

Convincin' those present that I had depression

That everytime I'm stepping in right directions

They're givin' me kudos,

first impression's that of a jester, messin' up actions

like I was a masochist, a glutton for punishment,

like beatings and middle finger gestures functioned as my only nourishment

At least it add explanations maybe justifies my transgressions

And I could go on, but really I am just ranting,

I'm done with this nonsense, so go back to your merriment, your happiness, the skips and the prancin'

 

as I begin a massacre on the images of my inner demon envisioned

while I hear the fans cheering, wait, roaring

for I am the one you are adoring

black metallic

bringin' the heat whenever it's on the run

Seein' executables like death row

 

What do I really want from this is it

My name in the list of the greatest hits

What do I really want from this fully Is it

To be a major source of inspiration

 

for the kids we're raisin'?

 

It'd be swell to create history, unfortunately the methods are a mystery

They say the victors document their journeys, so go to the library and read

that doesn't make it any easier to see

The map to the galaxies, cause every road to the stars will meet

it's twilight, after the rise and maturity,

 

This restlessness has got me wishin' if

there can be any interests in my life to pursue

Other than the loo, when nature is callin' out to me

on his speed dial, voice mail and text messages

meanwhile, as I pretend to forget my ringtone like I'm senile

as I watch these notifications, as they lay and display

their dismay as I stray from cliches and stereotypes in

my race as I stay away,

tending to my business, sittin' next to my stereo typin'

on my pages, hopin' my next punchline will be a hit for the ages

This asians can be away lookalike bruce lee's a rapper

bruised banana

republican opulence dominence

higher power biters sour

agnostic acknowledge

 

Stay around, as you gaze, surround in'

a lay about, as he tries to break the town

he's makin' out of writer's blocks he's makin' while

he lazed in cloud 9, but all hail the greatness now

cause he's awaken roused and your

 

covers my Lap top, assess ment prop

I rap tough