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SpacemanTheJinn

With the Cheshire Grin

WILL YOU?

You’ll remember me

When you reminisce within your dreams

When you hear your friends, your family, askin bout me

When it makes you wanna me scream

When you really, truly, do want me

You’ll remember me

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SEE?

You’ll remember me

When I ink or bleed into the scene

It’s all the same thing

I’m shining wit a darker different bling

I’m twitching wit a different blink

Spastic wit a different think

I️ might be something never seen

I’m dark like dirt, melanin that neat

My skin is all I️ see, yet it’s bleedin all on me

So, I️ write within my see

Fuck yo seat, it’s all on g

SEE…

You’ll remember me

From the couch, to the shower, to the sheets

Hittin every angle, every degree

And every scream

We drippin in cream

Not that Wu Tang mean

Somebody gon have to get in here and try to clean

We just a causing a scene

Something to record, something you can dream

You, me

All we can be

Neighbors gon call the police

UNDER

Under the influence of depression

I write with deep expression

Wit lead and pen, I’m flexin’

Gifted by trauma and stressin

I get my steps in

I’m lifted, I’m bangin within the moment

Know itI’m only drinkin, cuz I’m sinkin

And I’m metaphorically sinkin, cuz I’m stuck with all this thinkin

Plus, my balance has me blinkinSo, my crooked walkin?

Is cuz these thoughts, they stay knockin

And rockin, so I’m steady talkin

It gets me under fire and gives me the fire

It gets me higher

It’s the balance of a curse and a gift

It gives you rifts, it gives you lifts

Heart on my shoulder, bleedin my wrists

I ink this shit

GREED. CHICKEN. TREE.

I think we need greed, I think it balances out that need

I’m talkin bout pushin and pushin past when you bleed

It differs and shows difference when it comes to human breeds

It changes willingness to bleed

It changes how you wish to breathe

How and where you wish to breed

See, depending on need or greed you hittin on different speeds

Sometimes you swervin in the lanes, sometimes you hittin the fuckin trees

Distracted by the chicken in the street

That’s a metaphor, hope you get it, please

Learn from what you’ve seen

LUST. FREEDOM. KARMA.

Glitchin in my freedom, guess I’m lost in the lust

I know the shit is wild, but I love to see her blush

From her blush to bust to cuff, all her skin is love

I got nothin but love

But…

…FUCK…

See, my experience been tough…

The shit been rough…

I look into her eyes, I hope I’m not mistakin what’s what

That’ll be just my luck

Par for the course, like “Gaddamn, nigga, fuck.”

Lust and love…

I mix that shit up?

It blows up.

The game is corrupt.

Makes dating suck.

Like, what the fuck.

Oh, my god, what the fuck.

Did I do something in this life, last life, is this shit karma?

Is that why I’m dealing wit this drama?

All this shit karma?

I meet the girl, I treat the girl, she treat me like I caused her trauma?

Like holdin doors, givin her flowers, is harmin’ her?

I’m tryin to start a now, maybe later we can start a saga

Uhhhmmmm

I know I’m not a rapper

Nor a gun clapper

Been in the hood, but not a trapper

A literature yapper

I write the letters in trappers

I stay steady wit the blabber

I’m stankin, I’m wit the clatter

Bleedin for the chatter

My black life, my black ink, my skin; all matters

I’m steady progressing, each next day? I’m better badder

I don’t need no clappers

I flaunt myself, myself I flatter

I’m livin wit the rips and tears, experienced wit the tatter

Owe myself to myself, cuz in the end I’m all that matters

Golden like I’m dirty bladder

Oh my god, I’m flickering

Fading outta scene

I write like I’m mad, I’m mean

You should see me in the scene

I’m spittin and I’m trippin, you might think I’m off that green

But, I’m only on a different drink

Different, cuz it’s different every time I buy some sippin

You can catch me always drippin

Movin with the letters, like I’m postman dribblin

Legendary. Pippen.

Plus 23 on a tee, thinkin like there’s three me’s hittin

Just wait until I’m large, talkin blowin up Krillin

I’m stealing the ceilings you sealed in, you hear me drillin?

If the pen is mightier than the sword, then guess I’m killin

Homicidal feelin’s

Self-taught, like I been in prison

Is that insulting to those who been in?

Fuck it, this is just business, inking wit a sickness

DAMN IT

Try as I might, I can’t stop this pain

I even close my eyes looking for strength

Mind over mind, trying to force a change

Feeling empty, cold, alone, and late

Nothing is worth it, a wasteful weight

Music is a kiss, darkness is a blanket

Drinks and drugs to feel faded

Distractions from the depression laid in

RUTHLESS

I’m fuckin wit it, so wit it my vision wicked

The shit acidic, it’s so delicious

Eclipsin sufficient

I’m livin wit no intentions

Of livin in tension

Leanin at a crook-ed attention

And drooling bleedin like I took a beatin

In reality, I’m seethin for anyone want me seated

Cain’t stay still

I’m building hills

I weighed the will

Outweighs the bill

So, out my way, I’m makin waves

My presence is my trade

Impressive impressions left in my days

I’m leavin em in a daze

Faded with abrasions

These letters be so, so brazen

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