MOOD'S-WINGS 3

We're all dying inside,on a daily day we compete
with this divine hell that life is
EFFORTLESSLY,defying what we are destined to be
fallin into pieces,
every other-brother's smokin up weed
as a chick loses her vir-gi-nity
sixth teenage preg-nancy
in this sick hour,im compelled to see
another kid on a bike,lost his life to speed
what was he runnin away from?
but we all have this one disease
peeps are wolves dresssed as sheep
we're STRESSED at-ease
and our 'minds we speak '
only when we're FAST ASLEEP
cos what's on my mind at F-B
is over my head n tran-scends me
that's why i plunge my headfones in,
like an I-V,n let the trance hit me
twenty years gone by,faster than seh-wag's 50
reminiscing,runnin my fingers,
over a bottle of RAT KILL
will somebody's hands-will,lift up this anvil?
on top of my head,the only thing i can-feel
tongue in cheek,but my eyes SCREAM,
what i try n conceal
break the seal like m 'un-wrapping gifts'
takin a look at my PRESENT
for a second,then i empty it
n before it hits,
i WAKE UP to a HARSHER REALITY

MOOD'S-WINGS 2

(This one's slightly old,please bear with me as i empty out my closet )


Sometimes i think,some's wrong with enkore
next moment im sailing in the same boat
its that emptiness that lingers,even when i gloat
cant fight this hollowness,i miss my own soul
not like i got it all
but i no longer crave for more
or maybe i've stopped wishing,though
on second thoughts,i never prayed 'for my own'
or 'on my own' for that matter
with hands folded at the altar
i reckoned how could i make life better
for my father
n although we've drifted farther
to the point that,we cant seem to stand each other
just hope someday we can understand each other
in contrast to how he's *drivin me* to *do a stan*
partly blame you for makin me as cold as i am,
not even ashamed to proclaim this
what you claim to be love is smothering me
how can i breathe freely,when yu're forever nagging me
feelin weak n strong at the same time-WHEN I DEFY,
not even on my *grind* but my insides would state otherwise
hope yu wisen up to the fact that i cant be made to follow
norms or to conform to yur principles
i make my own rules i would never follow examples
i cant be a *disciple*,i want to *master*,my own fate
no longer talkin back,so you think i'm under the influence
m not blinded by their affluence,dad i AM my own influence


PS wrote this in a flurry after being reprimanded (m cool with dad lol).Its just a lil something i had in my mind at THAT moment,gettin fizzled out of the vent. :D

MOOD'S-WINGS 1

I been studying for an hour,
but it feels like a week
they say knowledge empowers,
then why do i feel so weak
m not tryin to compete,
that part died in me
umm maybe,comes out
when i am asleep
distant venomous shrieks
my knickname's *'lil nicky' (HAAA)
though not here to 'raise hell'
my mom n dad tell,
me,i was raised well,
n i was their angel,
until i went n failed them
now my residence is a jail cell
with fans that rain flames
as i take naps on a nail bed
they wanted me to fare well
n i went n bid farewell
to their dreams,dammn near well
act indifferent but them tears tell
man i hate the system
teacher's pet gets the throne
while the brightest gets a CHAIR
'cushioned with thorns'
missin a 'pair a legs'
adjust yur VISION,
yall sufferin from 'parallax'
ask me,success is a dude,with cardiac arrest
that never rests n MOUNTS EVEREST
with an OUNCE OF BREATH
IT DOESNT EXIST
some other dude in my shoes,
woulda guzzled a fifth
not me,i tussle with this,
with 'muscles of ink'
i mean INK ARMS,that fit in these fists
fittin *DEFEAT* of opposin peeps *THE FEET*
n thats how u 'get KICKS' from my punches


*lil nicky(that adam sandler flick)-was sent to earth to save/raise hell n his snores were shriek inducing (lol)