-=Broken=-
by:davis shadenhand
With this pen and page
Post haste I engage in this
art of princes pirates and poets
Like a barrage of bullets these lyrics hit this loose leaf
As I strain to stay me,
Protect my beliefs
While my inner beast sleeps..
These exterior critics feast on this meat that is me.
You see I've got this problem I'm stuck again
Just me and my reluctant friend,
Mr. 45 caliber The incumbent and challenger
ready to take aim and drain all these mother ******** wishers and dirt dishers
But I digress it's just all of this stress on my chest
is getting the best of me
and my critics take the rest of me
What the ******** does that leave left for me?
These ******** chum the water
with their sons and daughters
As I prepare to slaughter of these No hope martyrs and war starters
You think you can Cage this beast?
I'll turn your a** into a one man feast.
I'm explicit to say the least.
Violence seeps from ever one of my pores
I'd Go into detail but I can't say anymore...
Violent by nature...
Nurtured by Rage or
Some other form of of this beast in a cage?
I tell you I've lost my ways
Unfinished.
