AN INSTILLED ILLNESS by bishopg/d.dunbar/kingyoda
ANGER OF THE GUNRISE,
SLIPPERY HEATED MOMENTS
ITS SORTA LIKE THE AFTERMATH
OF WHEN THE SUN CRIES,
LIGHT WEIGHTED TRUTH
OFFSET BY TON LIES,
HEAVY IS THE HEAD OF THE CROWN...
FEET DOWN...
MARCHING TOO THE BEAT,
ILL COMPETE
UNTIL THE DRUM DIES,
THROUGH THE STORMS
OF HORNS...
HUMBLED BY
BY A SLICE OF BUMS PIE...
MY PRIDES BEEN OBLITERATED,
VICTIMISED,
THEN VILLAFIED...
NOW IM FEELING KINDA VINDICATED
AS VILLIAN IN THE MIDST
OF THESE GREAT TRICKS INITIATED
BY BITCHES WHO HATED
FROM THE GET GO!
WHEN NIGGAZ MENTALLY ACT PUSSY
THATS WHEN I LET THE DICK SHOW,
LOUD SOUNDS ,
BRIGHT LIGHTS,
HANDS LIKE IM BUSTING OFF A PORTABLE DISCO,
PEN DIAGNOSES AS POETICALLY SCHITZO.
