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SpacemanTheJinn

With the Cheshire Grin

WHAT A FEELING

Attracted to outta my reach

Livin in a deep sleep

Dirty vision, liquor neat

Speakin things from creep dreams

Floodin the race

No care for the time or place

Rushing in it, no prep or brace

Muddy from the pen to face

Yes, sir, so black and brown

Still don’t abide by royal crowns

Shatter and shout loud

Kill kings, queens, and all the p’s around

I ‘on’t worry bout an afterlife

Markin the neck with knives

Season the life with lies

No bother carin for carin, hitting decline

Obliged to not tryin

Splashing blood on the ref

This renegade is deaf

To the bullshit, call it blessed

Tarzan thumpin on a chest

Hand on a heart, elbow stopping the breath

Trauma made a negro death obsessed

Now, I’m on my literary reaper flex

Well…more or less

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WHO? (or, I THINK IT’S…)

s!rMudFace with the black bars in place

Classified sight helpin flippin paper change

Rovin all over the ranges deranged

Flyin flamin paper planes into the panes of the plains

Little bit sick, might’ve been born pissed

Deadly nauseous toxic, better watch out for the trip

Cain’t even grip within the slip, it all just dips

Just burn it down, asylums, schools, and churchs, all ya houses

Antisocial in the crowds, yet peep the prowess

Mud skin is proudest, ink is loudest

Still slammin vice versa, know about us

COLD

Riding in a coupe, a nigga ready to shoot

No headlight shine, what it do

Driving, got a shotgun wit a pistol, too

Muffler on the weapon, no *boomboom*

Ski mask on, cuz mystery’s smooth

In case of close calls, there’s Timbs for the tooth

ANNIHILATE. LUDICROUS. ILLITERATE.

Shaking, twisting, flexing

No time for resting

Wobbly from speech to texting

Destroying the self, I’m my own worst foe

All the weaknesses? I know

Living to annihilate the competition

A breakdown of composition is the mission

Rebuild in tension, never never testing

Sleeping wit eight lessons

Illiterate to warning signs

Like one is inclined to be blind

Yeah, that type

I know, right

Messages turn to piled messes

Messes turn to burning blessins

Blessins turn to anagrammed messages

A ludicrous cycle of reuse

Knowledge in the fool

Foolish with the truth

Madman floating in the blackened pool

SINKING IN MADNESS

Stretching and thinning

I’m screaming, looks like I’m grinning

Contorted, perfect for filming

Trapped in waves, no power for swimming

The light is dimming

Dying, despite the trying

Courage is Mach 5 flying

It’s gone, there is no driving

No slippery slopes, no sliding

Been passed the plummet

Been passed the flummoxed

Been passed the past, I’ve done it

The swirling bottom is sinking

I’m here, I’m now, and still blinking

Dipping a chalice, drinking

Toast to self, cup to teeth for clinking

SHE WON’T WITHER (or, HER RESOLVE)

Heard she lonely

Heard she hurtin, she lost all her homies

She tired of bein tired

Tired of bein wired, you wouldn’t understand her why’s

She exhausted

Achin from what life costed

She dryin out from tears

Funerals for elders, youngests, her peers

Grippin wit a hold on

No safety jacket, off her strength she float on

No fittin her shoes, it’s a tighter size

Wit gravel and blood inside

Her heart has formed a callous

From a daily practice of harsher balance

INCRASSATE

Comin through slurrin and drippin all this aa

But, it’s purple, cuz this bleedin is fly

Watch ya feet, watch ya sides

Shyit, y’ain’t leavin dry

Spaced ancient afreet

Speakin tongues free

Risen supreme like, “oh my g-”

Kaleidoscopic, cuz chiliad

Demented, be that silly ass

Curvin flats

Blastin diamonds, treat it as glass

Brash, peep my brass

Flamin every class

Lookin very couthy, though

Would rather twist the flow and mix the blow

Confuse the foes, what they know

Divagate or divaricate

Depending on the state

Glutton for the plate

Absorbing all the hate

Appreciate the taste

Movin with a mutated pace

I may be glazed

 

 

CYNICAL. RECOGNITION. EQUILIBRIUM.

So cynical in missions

It’s how I’ve become so missin

Listen to this affliction

This murder, this pain, is kickin

Bliss is overridden, since the writing has arisen

There is value in this condition

My position is full of self-recognition

Inner peace comes from admission

Madness has my submission

Imprisoned within the vision

The Infinite is full of precision

Fine with the lines, gotta call em incisions

Cursive with the text and tension

This conviction in my addiction

Is splendid, full of magnificence

Scaling my equilibrium, marking it, leaving prints

They glow and become new grips

So, if I fall, it’s an easier trip

Life is a bitch, it’s all in the script

But, success is all in the wrist

JUXTAPOSE. SINCERE. RECOGNITION.

Juxtapose the menace from the poem to prose

A dark glow permeates from both

Twenty six on topics and subjects, it’s all collateral

Folk think they woke, but they ain’t got fire behind the do’

Whatchu know, holy or unholy ghost chose

Sincere lines I rhyme, as I’m drinkin like I’m sinkin in a bar

Never parched

Fully charged from various scars

Flaunt flaws like new cars, I’m goin far

I bleed large when cross, so I poem my thoughts

My speech logs may be bleak, so piss off

Not straight, diagonal, we gon criss cross

We just different flavors, drip different sauce

We want different recognition

I ain’t worried to be pissing

I ain’t worried bout your mission

I’m already lost and missin

But, I have a hell of a vision

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