Done bit off more than I could chew way too many times
Overheat, Overstressed, vent off, that’s why I rhyme
Always warned the next time
Finna be the last time
Reuse
My strategy when I rhyme I never lie,
But I’m broken
(CHORUS 1)
Young mahfukah
World on my shoulders
Too many worlds to carry
But I walk on,
Like a soldier
God made me tough,
God built me strong
I know he’s there watching
Even when I do wrong
V1
Selfish-ass cretin
Until I was twelve
Then the reevaluation started
And in my life I start to delve
Rebellion, crushed
Curiosity plucked
Generally overall?
My mind just fucked
Always used to smile,
But now it’s just a mask
Wanna fuck me some more?
Keep living in the past
Too many tweaks
Screams turn to squeaks,
Silent Scribe silent once
But now Silent Scribe speaks
(Chorus 2)
Nothing wrong
Bull-shit
I’m a near dead man walkin
People lookin’ like “Why da fuck you talkin?”
Where da fuck you walkin
Finna be stalkin,
Crawlin’
Maulin’ and haulin’
Never ballin’
Oh yeah I’m ball[bawl-]in’
I bawl everyday
Always internal
Never show the raw and in the re-al
I’m never happy
People see me sappy
Only by choice, like I said before
Mask off Mask on
Happy on the outside, but y’all don’t see
The storms brewin’ in me
So listen close-ly
As I
List them for y’all to see
Young ‘fukah
Scared ‘fukah
Convo starta
Broke brotha
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Silent
PoetryFor reasons I will not disclose, I feel this is the right time to put this out. I wrote this four years ago.
