Whirlwind
I ate her up like soul food, when I first met her she was so rude, the way she kicked it was old school, the type you introduce your momma too. Lost in a whirlwind, I try to free myself But I got a couple girlfriends who try to redeem them selves! Pain and heartache plays And repeats it's self, I dust my heart off the shelf and let it beat again But it only bleeds on, leaking blood down my arm to my palm, eventually reaching my pad and leaving marks I can't wash off! Breathing never been so hard, gasping for air like I was reborn! The son of satan reaching to God, I am what they made me! I'm use to crossed arms so I remain shady, lost my lady to sins that prayers couldn't mend, a couple friends up and left but that's life everything has its end! Fairy tales only happen in books so I write and write Until it's real, I still feel emptiness once the pages are full, so I continue on the back until my pencil's dull! After darkness comes light but my eyes can't adjust, been without far to long! Battle wounds and scar tissue on my heart, But I carry on! Lost in my own mind will I survive the wicked times, pain so deep hard for light to reach, my mind needs bleach, so many stains like grease! I'm a defective human being, so use to seeing struggle as a daily routine, I juggle but I fumble much! My words being intercepted by the devil's clutch when I speak my thoughts! -RB
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I ate her up like soul food, when I first met her she was so rude, the way she kicked it was old school, the type you introduce your momma too. Lost in a whirlwind, I try to free myself But I got a couple girlfriends who try to redeem them selves! Pain and heartache plays And repeats it's self, I dust my heart off the shelf and let it beat again But it only bleeds on, leaking blood down my arm to my palm, eventually reaching my pad and leaving marks I can't wash off! Breathing never been so hard, gasping for air like I was reborn! The son of satan reaching to God, I am what they made me! I'm use to crossed arms so I remain shady, lost my lady to sins that prayers couldn't mend, a couple friends up and left but that's life everything has its end! Fairy tales only happen in books so I write and write Until it's real, I still feel emptiness once the pages are full, so I continue on the back until my pencil's dull! After darkness comes light but my eyes can't adjust, been without far to long! Battle wounds and scar tissue on my heart, But I carry on! Lost in my own mind will I survive the wicked times, pain so deep hard for light to reach, my mind needs bleach, so many stains like grease! I'm a defective human being, so use to seeing struggle as a daily routine, I juggle but I fumble much! My words being intercepted by the devil's clutch when I speak my thoughts! -RB
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