Untitled Song
• Written by Rizaldy
I cant describe wit my ebonics
Or verbalize in proper phonics.
If my word is on the line
Its best defined as somethin solid
Even meanings intertwine
If u can read between the lines.
As im Conveining wit these deamons in my mind
I see the signs When their demeanor kinda sly
I recognize grime.
I never letttem testify
My weaponized mind
Is a fuckin crime scene
But no-one seen or finds
Or ever guess to try
Checkin my deleted 4 lines
Cuz i cant see no more time.
No repeatin im deletin
so i can beat a plea agreement .
Cuz as i eat my seeds r sleepin
My love theyre seekin
Theyre commin up to be so decent
I come from heathens
Withdrawn blood from old needles
Where my people feanin
To see red then slow breathin
Man i know evils
The kinda cold that knows no equal
From soulless people
Cutthroat still so feeble.
Every time u try to dare the devil he defeats u...
Its the deceitful i see thru.
I weave thru these snakes in the grass Till my weed blooms.
see moves commin Like a B movie sequel.
A bigger motion picture's depicted in my cerebral
Im witnessin them fidgetin,
Mimickin shit they read thru.
This is shit that i been livin in
Never sleep but still i breathe thru.
Ure ignorance is imminent
Bitches aint built for these shoes.
If im convinced i cant believe u
I let u breaze thru
untill u dig the hole that eats u
Im breakin bones when i beat u.
Ill go home when ure domes flat, wit Bleach to delete u.
I see thru deceitful cuz i seek to decieve u
Have u meetin wit the reaper
From the seeds i sow to feed u
This kinda cold dont know no equal
I seen those thats killin people
Prayin beneath a steeple
Cuz Im the newest of a dieing breed
So high my eyes bleed.
You can find me
At no dam place u tryina be.
Cuz im riding with no dam snakes beside me.
Never minding what no man makes besides me.
I jus wont repeat most of the shit that ive seen
So when u lookin at me what u seein dont define me.
Dont ever think that u could snake
Or undermind me
I see'm smilin in my face
While they plot silently.
Ready or not i seek to be hot like heat
That make your heart stop cold
To sleep beneath my feet.
You couldnt eat my beef.
Before 11 years old i let the street life teach
I try to keep my peace,
Inside i feed my beast.
To exceed my reach
Thru the blood sweat and tears
While for deceased i weep
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Rizaldy
Member since October 10 2019