Practise Makes Perfect:
Before i knew PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT, I thought RAPPING AINT WORTH IT, Im GRASPING FAMES SHIRT n its just LAUGHING PAIN HURTING, So i STRAP on a MASK of SHAME n CLASP on a PAST of BLAME, I thought i had HALF a BRAIN but realized i was on a TRAIN.. AIMED straight for the CELLOPHANE bounced back..
........an Im MORE INSANE outside in the POURING RAIN my CORE is STAINED not from the MOISTNESS but from the CHOICES of TOURING DRAINS looking for the VOICE-LESS RANGE that RANGS in my HEAD for DAYS while I LAY in my BED AWAKE DREADING that little SPACE that APPEARS when my EYELIDS SHUT SPEARS with VIOLENT CUTS its nothing but my OWN FACE, I need some CHROME BRACE to imagine Im SOARING LANES not a MONSTER with 4 INCH FANGS that wont hesitate to bite n MAIM just sick of the PAIN.. that MOURNING BRANGS it was a WARNING when MORNING CAME n I just try an REFRAIN to SUSTAIN this PLAIN MUNDANE CAMPAIGN, I knew i just needed SOMETHANG..
......So i hit the BOOTH n started PRACTICING a LITTLE BIT became more LITERATE n realized rap was more INTIMATE, You and your MIC just RIPPING SHIT with BRITTLE SPIT until my SIGHT wasnt IMPRISONMENT n my LIP SPLIT n bled like a BITCH who just had her WRIST SLIT, But now that my WOUNDS have HEALED n CLOSED Im SOOTHED n FEELING CLOTHED Im IMMUNE n REELING FROZE, SOON ill SEAL the VOTES a NEW MOON when I STEAL the BOAT an Ride that GALLEON HOPE for Miles to the VALIANT COAST, Im the STALLION that you CHOSE, even the BATTALION KNOWS im BATTLING my own PROSE n SADDLING lost SOULS in an attempt to Reach my Own GOALS....
This is a CERTAIN TIME where it dont matter the WORD or CHIME but Rather that I UNEARTHED the DIRT i had POISONING my MIND, Theyre now CURSING these LINES one VERB at a TIME SERVED in SPURTS to the VOICE WITHIN... my RHYME
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