Link to original post: stuff from my head, idk really
Excel at Brilliance, Forever Endowed with Genius
my mind is my weapon, sharp and un-holstered
in my hand, grasped real tight, ready for a fight, proving my right
to stand my ground, to claim this spot, the spot at the top
for I am king, king of the ring, of the hill, above every individual
success is my natural born trait
superiority, immense complexity, i'm a cube, the rubix kind with no matching colors
can't be solved nor figured out. you twist and turn and get burn from the heat that i emit for i am on fire, burning everything in my path
i burn my own path, and walk it too. it'll lead me to glory, my righteous place of rest
to be buried and worshipped is to be a god, i'm not god, but i ain't no slob. i stand for myself, represent myself with an aura that sets me apart from the rest. an individual, life container is completely full, living a long time forever and ever, be a while before i have to rest
underground, six feet underground, i am underground, non-mainstream, but not a black sheep for a sheep is a sheep always following something. i am a herder a black herder, different from the rest, but i still take the lead
i bleed i bleed every waking moment for its the cost of success the cost to suppress the bad the worst it's all getting worse. a downward spiral with no way back. life is as such for those who cannot rise to the occasion. they lack in evasion of those who choose to put them down, keep them down, a seed in the ground for them to grow at their own discretion.
their own water and soil fertilized the seed shaping them into what they need. i'm not like that, i grow far from the crop, i'm not harvestable.
i'm a potent weed, destroying everything i see as greed
and selfishness and hate. why all the hate.
we simply need to celebrate the good times and live peacefully in a dream world where we can be all that we can be. a fantastic fantasy of success no stress rest when you can rest type dream land that you see on the back of a box.
beat box, feel the pulse of life. it's a long song that only ends when you die. take out the cassette and put it away, with the tapes of everyone else never to be played again.
isn't that a sad way to die?
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idk just kinda let my fingers go and i got this
Excel at Brilliance, Forever Endowed with Genius
my mind is my weapon, sharp and un-holstered
in my hand, grasped real tight, ready for a fight, proving my right
to stand my ground, to claim this spot, the spot at the top
for I am king, king of the ring, of the hill, above every individual
success is my natural born trait
superiority, immense complexity, i'm a cube, the rubix kind with no matching colors
can't be solved nor figured out. you twist and turn and get burn from the heat that i emit for i am on fire, burning everything in my path
i burn my own path, and walk it too. it'll lead me to glory, my righteous place of rest
to be buried and worshipped is to be a god, i'm not god, but i ain't no slob. i stand for myself, represent myself with an aura that sets me apart from the rest. an individual, life container is completely full, living a long time forever and ever, be a while before i have to rest
underground, six feet underground, i am underground, non-mainstream, but not a black sheep for a sheep is a sheep always following something. i am a herder a black herder, different from the rest, but i still take the lead
i bleed i bleed every waking moment for its the cost of success the cost to suppress the bad the worst it's all getting worse. a downward spiral with no way back. life is as such for those who cannot rise to the occasion. they lack in evasion of those who choose to put them down, keep them down, a seed in the ground for them to grow at their own discretion.
their own water and soil fertilized the seed shaping them into what they need. i'm not like that, i grow far from the crop, i'm not harvestable.
i'm a potent weed, destroying everything i see as greed
and selfishness and hate. why all the hate.
we simply need to celebrate the good times and live peacefully in a dream world where we can be all that we can be. a fantastic fantasy of success no stress rest when you can rest type dream land that you see on the back of a box.
beat box, feel the pulse of life. it's a long song that only ends when you die. take out the cassette and put it away, with the tapes of everyone else never to be played again.
isn't that a sad way to die?
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idk just kinda let my fingers go and i got this
