were observers. Presently searching to find the forces which challenges our mind what aims at hard living...head bangin...tuberbulence...building on shake.. raddle and roll movement...make mountains crumble from statements with bold balistics..writes what skill minds controls from natural resources...we demonstrate..da quickness..alternate...what's different..we give you da taste...a piece of us for..a piece of U! Mr Lannie Ross Ms Sheila Jordan
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
Powerful, rich expression...keep up the emancipation of the soul.
ReplyDeletePeace and joy...The Mad Celt