Next Summertime

My brand of metaphors and rhetorical wordplay... 'Next Summertime' Lyrics: (You know we) Never found a Summertime vibe... Maybe by this year I need to end on a high? ...So they think that it's all obsessive, compulsion, disorderly, OCD. 'Til they start looking at life through the right lens, LCD (a 'Liquid Crystal Display'). Socio-Psycopothy, locally copying me, microscoping in on me consuming me like an OCP (an Omni- Consumer Product). But then they see why, I seek the wise, with my eyes wide, open and an open mind. Still life kills life... But I still survive And still this life divides, closing down the numbered doors of time. ...So maybe I'll just go... Eat up all the brainworms and beat up the vain World ' til it stops... To turn... Batter the slain lands with my bare hands until it no longer hurts? See if it works? Feel if it burns... And maybe I'll make a fault in these alt-lines, draw a salt line and still get eaten alive? Maybe I'll also like to contract a virus just to suffer in silence, in the name of a science, like voluntary, artificial but intelligent violence? "Don't forget to subscribe... Go use AI"... Our scribe left this to papyrus, while I burn and bury myself in this paper milage. Or drive my inane corpse insane in a swerving hearse, film and rewind it. Reverse engineer it or maybe much worse? Maybe reserve the right refuse the refuse... Or reverse my last words... Or reverse over the Earth in the rear view first? Which fate is the worst kind? Maybe by next Summertime I'll think of a rhyme that doesn't want to make me dive? Or maybe I'll land on a high as this year dies? By next Summertime, maybe I'll think of a better way to shine? And maybe I'll think of a rhyme that doesn't make me want to die? Jump... 'Caugh in... And devise. Then maybe I'll think up a rhyme, that doesn't want to make me die? Think of a rhyme By next Summertime... Maybe I'll think of a rhyme? Summarised, life shortening Sombre, Sumerian eyes, reawakening Same old skies and same old rise, so Solarising So still I rise on, swallow it all with pride ...And maybe I'll think of a better Word sometime? Maybe I'll make a better World some time? (On a bed of works... And only better, bitter words every Summertime) Maybe it's high time... To begin and not just end on a high? ...Maybe it's all allie? Written and Produced by t_h_e_r_a_v_e_n Beat: 'Summer Vibe' by Mordbeats Recording Studio: Rap Tech Studios RAPFAME BOTD Contest Track Rising Prophets 2026 #t_h_e_r_a_v_e_n @rapfame_ar_team @rapfame_official #rapfame #botd #rising_prophets #contest