~Indignance~ Never really been a fan of searching for clout seems purposeless to me to give a damn about how I'm seen within a scene so obscene that jokers get chosen over kings and queens It's not that hard to believe I wear my heart on my sleeve Got some carved in my skin With sharp needles and ink Though it isn't complete That's how I've been letting it stay Cause some things have no place Within my heart's space It's wholly as clear is this Only the weak focus on their appearances I don't need a bogus gimmick when I know I'm better than those poser lyricists They can bitch all they want but that's just pathetic I've got more self worth than anyone can discredit Flip the script like a stitch it's Just-in my genetics My existence persists despite those who don't get it No I won't give an F Those R kept to myself So my E's (ease) repeats A precursory to Z Dreamt in some zen replenishing health Then when it ends and I get up again I'm once more at E's Yet it would seem I'm in for a spell To freeze the PC spree Like could you freaks just [P]lease [C]hill Of course it's awesome Crossing the corpus collossum To them it seems weird But, *ahem*, it isn't them I fear Addendum of an engineer when switching hemispheres Just cause you can see my wheels turning Doesn't mean you can get a grasp on the gears Synapses get fat With adaptive linguistics To link wordplay and math Adding syntax (sin tax) to diction Provoke dishonest frauds with providence On the scope of Nostradamus when I'm openly conscious with my confidence Though showing a conscience should be common sense Since I'm a bit of an ass I make my haters eat shit They tend to grimace and wince As I pass by like They just got hit with a whiff From a blast ripe with my flatulence Their language ain't the greatest Frankly it's degraded So they should show me appreciation if I decide to berate it Cause that's as close to an A as they get trying drown me within the depths Of shallow lies now that's a weak threat Tell me how am I going to be Depressed (deep rest) By standing in a puddle with only my feet wet Like a little trickle with a ripple effect Fickle things that used to feel crippling now barely seem to tickle me I want what I do to be truly mine Not simply seen as a sequel to other people's prequels in time me being a being that's average? please no crafted rafts can match my crashing speed while time's elapsed my mind's run laps battering present averageness to past tense happenings with the pageantry of majesty known solely as a masterpiece Trying to decode some poems as fine as mine is Going to cost so more than time has Every flow's explosive yet refined as Heavenly slopes my mind's been climbing But having such high expectations just sets you up to be let down So why should I feel anxious when they've set their bars on the ground? How long you've been around Really won't mean shit If you don't learn from your verbs first Those words only bounce and don't stick Thought they might just be above me When they got word I finally dropped But when they heard it from me Then they learned that they were not ~Jduhbb (Justin Farrow)