Whire Rabbit
Ex-Bluelighter
Second piece I've ever written. Welcome all comments, cheers.
I know in freestyling I'll never stop elevating
always working on my rhyming and the verbs I'm conjugating
it's like an endless journey from the moment I discovered
that in the beauty of this artform lies enormous power
freeflowing to me is a means of self expression
composing flows rapidly, inserting words in quick succession
my flows can describe anything I can envision
cos I choose rhymes with mathematical precision
I'm in the long process of becoming one with music
and I only progress forward, in battles never losing
but one thing that bugs me and makes me curious
when I'm on drugs my freestyling becomes furious
I'm dubious, as to how that can be
my head feels clouded yet I'm flowing freely
I smoke these green leaves and I suddenly turn
into a world's best mc without ever having learned
how to freestyle properly at that level
that's why some people tell me I sold my soul to the devil
for a bag of these buds and an instant gratification
of performing spoken art with an ease of conversation
all i heard from government until this day
is that pot will make me dumb and Es will make me gay
put down that skunk is all I got told
get drunk at the bar and pick up some girls
that's the kind of life we'd like to see you lead
get pissed, pick a fight and fall asleep
but in fact what I'm seeing in the reality
is that morality and legality are purely a formality
I'll never listen when get told to stay off drugs
by some dickhead with a bottle who can't walk cos he's too drunk
spent too much time dropping different combinations
my mind is way past open from psychadelic explorations
my enchanced mind state has now become permanent
though my reactions are a bit late from smoking so much herbal shit
but I'd rather be high and slow, than drunk and dumb
that's for the average joe who just wants to feel numb
through experiences I learned to see new perspectives
upon returning from my journeys I grab my pen and get reflective
I try to pick a new direction every time I write
accept nothing but perfection when I drop my rhymes
and if I could change one thing by going back in time
I'd change nothing, I got no regrets in my life
but it's time to leave and wrap up this piece
what did you all think? post your comments please
Peace
I know in freestyling I'll never stop elevating
always working on my rhyming and the verbs I'm conjugating
it's like an endless journey from the moment I discovered
that in the beauty of this artform lies enormous power
freeflowing to me is a means of self expression
composing flows rapidly, inserting words in quick succession
my flows can describe anything I can envision
cos I choose rhymes with mathematical precision
I'm in the long process of becoming one with music
and I only progress forward, in battles never losing
but one thing that bugs me and makes me curious
when I'm on drugs my freestyling becomes furious
I'm dubious, as to how that can be
my head feels clouded yet I'm flowing freely
I smoke these green leaves and I suddenly turn
into a world's best mc without ever having learned
how to freestyle properly at that level
that's why some people tell me I sold my soul to the devil
for a bag of these buds and an instant gratification
of performing spoken art with an ease of conversation
all i heard from government until this day
is that pot will make me dumb and Es will make me gay
put down that skunk is all I got told
get drunk at the bar and pick up some girls
that's the kind of life we'd like to see you lead
get pissed, pick a fight and fall asleep
but in fact what I'm seeing in the reality
is that morality and legality are purely a formality
I'll never listen when get told to stay off drugs
by some dickhead with a bottle who can't walk cos he's too drunk
spent too much time dropping different combinations
my mind is way past open from psychadelic explorations
my enchanced mind state has now become permanent
though my reactions are a bit late from smoking so much herbal shit
but I'd rather be high and slow, than drunk and dumb
that's for the average joe who just wants to feel numb
through experiences I learned to see new perspectives
upon returning from my journeys I grab my pen and get reflective
I try to pick a new direction every time I write
accept nothing but perfection when I drop my rhymes
and if I could change one thing by going back in time
I'd change nothing, I got no regrets in my life
but it's time to leave and wrap up this piece
what did you all think? post your comments please
Peace
