Tuesday, July 29, 2008

SWEPT ME... UNDER DA RUG..

I GOTTA A STORY..IT'S NOT GOOD...I SLEPT ON MY RUG...LEFT A STAIN..A RED TOILING MISCHIEF OF CRUELTY..IT BLEW ME FROM INNER HOSTILITY...FOUGHT THE EVILS OF MAD MAYHEM..TEARING UP CITY INSIDE FROM.. MYSELF BEING A TOPIC OF STINCH...SMELLIN A NIEVE PERSON..BEATIN LIFE..WHAT WANTS 2 SEE ME DEAD AND GONE FROM RUGS..A PLACE I LIVE..WITH NO CARE 4 MY NOBLE EXCESSOR..DA KING..WHO DENIES ME SON..HE PRETENDS.. THE OWESOME GENE..LEAVES ME LEAD..ONE STONE TURNS IT'S CASTLE..LOOKS BENEATH THE SHALLOW WEEDS I BREATHE..KEEPS IT'S SMOKE..THE ROYAL VANITIES OF NEW BIRTH..CLOTH IN RAGS AND SHARES NOTHING BUT SEEDS..THE DROPPINS..LEGIONS OF DA STORM TORN..MY RUGS ARE IT'S CLOSURE AND MY FEET WEARS IT'S FABRIC..WEAVED...SOWED .. MY LEGACY...A KNIGHT IN A MOAT..WITH AMNESIA...A MIND CROSSED..WITH NO HOME..SO BEAUTY MAKES IT'S WAY THROUGH...CAPTURES LOVE..SWEARS ME IN2 PRIZE POSSESION..I GRACE WHAT BECOMES BLOOD AND SPECTICLES...DANCE ..WHILE JESTERS LAUGH..PLAYS DA FOOL LEFT ON DA KING..A NOTE THAT READS..HE IS THE SON OF MERCY...LEFT ON A RUG..WITH RED DEVISTATION..WOUNDED BY NEGLECT...FIND HIM YOUR LOVE AND KEEP HIM YOUR CHILD...WHERE BITTERNESS GRIEVES IN POVERTY..FORGETS WHO IS LIFE AND HOW IT BECOMES A CROWN..U KNEEL B4 LORD..WHAT LIFTS IT'S RUG 2 B FLESH..BLOOD..THE COLOR OF KING SOLOMON...THE BIRTH OF SON..RESCUED..GLORIFIED...KNIGHT HIM..ANCESTOR..BLOOD RELATIVE...HIS MAJESTY..CREATE

1 comment:

The Mad Dog said...

Powerful, rich expression...keep up the emancipation of the soul.

Peace and joy...The Mad Celt