at least
saw you called
must’ve missed you
i ain’t tryna fall with you
we got some tall issues
so i put on stilts for ya girl
sometimes i feel i ain’t built for this world
my mind a tornado of filth watch it swirl
out the windowsill as the script unfurl
that shit for lovesongs and houseflies
word to Jay Electron
i just wanna touch on what love sound like
i hope i don’t say it all wrong
but how my luck gone that sound about right
nah i’m lucky as fuck to be alive
haze in the bong we blazin to How High
eyes red you know the method man
dopeboys on the internet method actin for the gram
but in the flesh send it back with the spam
send your blessins to the benefactors of the land
of which our ancestors been jackers
we been lackin
i ain’t gon defend these crackers
but gettin back to whatever was the task at hand
i got that 21st century attention span
but now it’s comin into focus
just how much i’m gonna miss you fam
they talkin bout
how we gon live again
to branch out
you gotta give a limb
i aint crazy
but i might be a synonym
alright i might be crazy but at least i ain’t a simpleton
they talkin bout
how we gon live again
wanna branch out
you gotta give a limb
i ain’t crazy
but i might be a synonym
alright i might be crazy but at least i ain’t some simpleton
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What a great rhythm to this poem — I would love to hear it read out loud! “sometimes i feel i ain’t built for this world” – what a universal feeling. And, of course, I love any poem where the poet casts himself as a synonym.
I’m with Sylvia–we need to hear your rap, either as an audio file or in person~