Wilted flowers (ode to J Dilla)
• Written by roachboy
//Planted
rework my words, ill curse this earth,
this more than dirt, 6 foot it hurts,
im bleeding out, i need a nurse,
reverse these words, my brain just clouds,
took a toke in, to let it out,
whats this fuzz that, im feeling now,
wish i could say, im feeling proud,
at least im never ever, feeling down,
//Sprouting
i wish i could take it straight into town,
then tell people, what my sickness is about,
tell em that my life's never been full of the doubt
doubt about stopping,dropping putting knees to the ground
I appreciate this beat and how it all sounds
j Dilla the artist that im glad that i found
always perks my mood up, when im just feeling down
makes my mind real creative, spinning round an around
//Growing
so every single day, i wake up an i blaze
ignoring all my neighbors, even what they say
Im so happy when im led back and just puffing on my jay
i thought id never be happy this way,
//Wilting
but this cancers got me stuck in a rut
and then the door went from open to shut
now i think im straight ,out, of , luck,
but you know I've always got weed as my drug!
But it always seems that its not enough,
enough to get me through all the tough stuff
//broken
rework my words, ill curse this earth,
its worse than thirst, I need a hurse
My head just burst, from all this hurt
My Sight is blurred, my voice is slurred
I must be Cursed, i don't deserve...
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roachboy
Member since June 22 2016