Free lyrics, anyone?!
Question: I don't have the monetary means, here;
so, instead I've got mental durability to share.
TAKE THIS, as a gift of my abilities,
paired with death's call, giddily,
When I use my Free Speach, wittily.
There's money in the pockets of candidates,
because stock-owners in health-care,
continue the murderous Prohibition of cannabis.
All we can say, is that it's unfair?...
Hell no, I can say more right here.
I won't take off my halo,
real live undead angel.
Hidden holy wars of hatred,
in these hours of the faking,
So, I'll feed them the Devil Cake,
so they see what I'm taking.
Pains unknown to my brains,
ever since I used intelligence agencies' names.
Since then, nothing has seemed to be the same.
Trying to smear my name, before it's off,
my word-games don't make me insane.
I've never been paid by a politician...
I just sit down to write again, with my pen,
and non-simple ambition, I'm up north....
but, I'm fixin' ta get it twisted.
(cont.'d)
Answers: I don't have the monetary means, here;
so, instead I've got mental durability to share.
TAKE THIS, as a gift of my abilities,
paired with death's call, giddily,
When I use my Free Speach, wittily.
There's money in the pockets of candidates,
because stock-owners in health-care,
continue the murderous Prohibition of cannabis.
All we can say, is that it's unfair?...
Hell no, I can say more right here.
I won't take off my halo,
real live undead angel.
Hidden holy wars of hatred,
in these hours of the faking,
So, I'll feed them the Devil Cake,
so they see what I'm taking.
Pains unknown to my brains,
ever since I used intelligence agencies' names.
Since then, nothing has seemed to be the same.
Trying to smear my name, before it's off,
my word-games don't make me insane.
I've never been paid by a politician...
I just sit down to write again, with my pen,
and non-simple ambition, I'm up north....
but, I'm fixin' ta get it twisted.
(cont.'d)
Free lyrics? Naw, this is soft rap...there are so many memorable lines in this....geeeeez! I'd have to have a photographic memory. Don't.
Look at me, I'm your face....that one line made the whole poem part of everyone who's based in reality, not head-in-the-clouds types.
Candidates? You think their medicine cabinet ISN'T chock full? HA!!!! I want the names of their doctors!!!
Atta boy...give em Haell!!!
Last verse about only speaking politics on the john-that's where most of it belongs, especially the media political analysis. They keep looking for the candidates to stumble so they can criticize them, rather than seeking out the good points. I am sick of the media and of politicians in general.
email it to eminem, would be a gr8 rap
Sorry this is just way to long for me to really get into. Plus to much politics and to be honest I stay away from politics all it does is make me mad.