On reality
He trying to
4 subtracted by 1 minus 2
One remains
Minus you
There was a time he would of did anything & died for you
But now he like
Fuck You!....
And your WHOLE existence
Your face at da bottom of the commode
He shits in
Eye know
These words not meant to be nice Sid
He Vicious!
She didn't
Care
When she was
Out there
With other niggaz
She was being malicious!
Any mention
Of her name
Turns this dude
Green
Hulk MASSIVE!
You dirty little whore
Ratchet!
He was quiet, passive
A bastard
Dreams lynched from the lashings
If the fire-arm was in reach of his hand
Your reflection
He would of blasted
Rearranged her intestines from knots
Jamaican bumbaclot
Body full of blood clots like a coagulant
"The Games People Play"
Like the Spinners
She mastered it!
Plastered it!
On walls
For everyone from her kids down to her family to see
Slept around with a married man & others
For a quickie
She did she
Couldn't get a grip on
R~e~a~l~i~t~y
Redid her outer image
But still ugly on the inside with foul intentions
Depending on other underlying contingents
Mastered sheets of bedspreads
His eyes menstrual cycle code RED!
He was "Misled"
By a Gang of visions & it
Wasn't Kool
Their daughter sibling said, she took pleasure in him being her little fool
Thinking he puttin' smiles on her face
But
It wasn't true
It was that other dude
He said, she can suck a billion dicks
And hopes she chokes on a trillion more
Like the earth, underneath his feet
Beneath the mantle
It burned him to the core
He had to treat the person he once loved
Like a stranger in the street
Heart turned cold
Like what is skated on by the Toronto Maple Leafs
Drew a line in the sand, like Van Damme
"No Retreat, No Surrender"
Could not fathom defeat
In his face
You could see death came in the middle of the night
Like a random thief
You started to witness, the blue in his cheeks
Swiped the life out of
His b~o~d~y
Before that
He tried to put the shotty
To his temple
To forever separate & take the weight of the nightmares off of his mind
Couldn't get a grip & pull the trigger
But he was truly inclined
Eye guess he saw that as a sign
Put the car in park, reluctant to drive
Most think they have the wheel
Not knowing the Lord is in control
We just come along for the ride
Looking at the ocean
Amazing how quickly the tide, can change
The thoughts that fan the flames
Life isn't a game
The nature of people emotions are not to be played with or taken lightly
Put this in your arm like an IV
Some are not compatible
One could be type A
The other type B
And eye know you can C & feel da fluids being transferred
Being amplified throughout your system like a re~verb
And it's a trip how cats hang on to every word like tires do
Thee curb
Your enthusiasm
It gets misplaced in the session of one's rhetoric
You might not like the medicine
Going down
But it's good for ya
It heals & it brings clarity despite the disparity
Writing is therapeutic & eye use it!
Eye design real graphic art for the viewer
Make music for the listener
Administer
Stories of my own & people I'm close to
Surrounded by
Suffocating leaking memories of odor giving off like formaldehyde
Don't ride
The coattails,
Speak your own truth, be you!
Ride the waves & let the boat sail
If you don't receive this message in a bottle
Smith
Then
I'll assume you lost "Focus"
Like him
And you never Will
This how eye let the ink spill
Get a grip!
Don't let your intuition fall to the bullshit
"Get A Grip" by Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare
He trying to
4 subtracted by 1 minus 2
One remains
Minus you
There was a time he would of did anything & died for you
But now he like
Fuck You!....
And your WHOLE existence
Your face at da bottom of the commode
He shits in
Eye know
These words not meant to be nice Sid
He Vicious!
She didn't
Care
When she was
Out there
With other niggaz
She was being malicious!
Any mention
Of her name
Turns this dude
Green
Hulk MASSIVE!
You dirty little whore
Ratchet!
He was quiet, passive
A bastard
Dreams lynched from the lashings
If the fire-arm was in reach of his hand
Your reflection
He would of blasted
Rearranged her intestines from knots
Jamaican bumbaclot
Body full of blood clots like a coagulant
"The Games People Play"
Like the Spinners
She mastered it!
Plastered it!
On walls
For everyone from her kids down to her family to see
Slept around with a married man & others
For a quickie
She did she
Couldn't get a grip on
R~e~a~l~i~t~y
Redid her outer image
But still ugly on the inside with foul intentions
Depending on other underlying contingents
Mastered sheets of bedspreads
His eyes menstrual cycle code RED!
He was "Misled"
By a Gang of visions & it
Wasn't Kool
Their daughter sibling said, she took pleasure in him being her little fool
Thinking he puttin' smiles on her face
But
It wasn't true
It was that other dude
He said, she can suck a billion dicks
And hopes she chokes on a trillion more
Like the earth, underneath his feet
Beneath the mantle
It burned him to the core
He had to treat the person he once loved
Like a stranger in the street
Heart turned cold
Like what is skated on by the Toronto Maple Leafs
Drew a line in the sand, like Van Damme
"No Retreat, No Surrender"
Could not fathom defeat
In his face
You could see death came in the middle of the night
Like a random thief
You started to witness, the blue in his cheeks
Swiped the life out of
His b~o~d~y
Before that
He tried to put the shotty
To his temple
To forever separate & take the weight of the nightmares off of his mind
Couldn't get a grip & pull the trigger
But he was truly inclined
Eye guess he saw that as a sign
Put the car in park, reluctant to drive
Most think they have the wheel
Not knowing the Lord is in control
We just come along for the ride
Looking at the ocean
Amazing how quickly the tide, can change
The thoughts that fan the flames
Life isn't a game
The nature of people emotions are not to be played with or taken lightly
Put this in your arm like an IV
Some are not compatible
One could be type A
The other type B
And eye know you can C & feel da fluids being transferred
Being amplified throughout your system like a re~verb
And it's a trip how cats hang on to every word like tires do
Thee curb
Your enthusiasm
It gets misplaced in the session of one's rhetoric
You might not like the medicine
Going down
But it's good for ya
It heals & it brings clarity despite the disparity
Writing is therapeutic & eye use it!
Eye design real graphic art for the viewer
Make music for the listener
Administer
Stories of my own & people I'm close to
Surrounded by
Suffocating leaking memories of odor giving off like formaldehyde
Don't ride
The coattails,
Speak your own truth, be you!
Ride the waves & let the boat sail
If you don't receive this message in a bottle
Smith
Then
I'll assume you lost "Focus"
Like him
And you never Will
This how eye let the ink spill
Get a grip!
Don't let your intuition fall to the bullshit
"Get A Grip" by Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare
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