Next to myself
• Written by Aristhoughtle
Sinus Infection? More like this is a Sign of Infection,
All I hear are Sighs of Affection,
At the Side of Perfection,
Sky's the limit and I am Accepted,
Transcended over everything like Kites at the Height of the Heavens,
Can't breathe yet my Mind Resides Unattended,
Enticin Intention, Mix the Green with Spices and Vices with High Inventions,
Heightened Senses makes my Eyes Relentless,
I see all from this Redefined Perspective,
Looking at My Reflection, Torn from the Rhymes I've Been Sendin,
The mirror breaks into a Light that Blinds me in Seconds,
I don't need no guns I've been Writing My Weapons,
Ignited By Sketches I blaze my Mind to Revive the Sublime Conceptions
Abided By Lessons but now I'm Biting The Tensions,
Rewind with Connections I've Combined the Message,
I pick up the Mic an Wreck It, whilst you do it for Trite Incentives,
These hours follow me like it's a Time Convention,
Intertwined Love Condenses, Feel the Rhine Nudged By Seconds,
Defeated the Prime Club of Contestants,
No different than Cries from Drug Dependents,
I'm Convened Light and Rough Primal Projections,
Clean and Concise because Blood Sheddin's the Bible's Method,
Compliance to Crime's got me in the Mix of Vile Questions,
But nowhere in my Instincts is Morality Implied or Mentioned
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Aristhoughtle
Member since December 25 2014