Written to The Foreign Exchange's "Take Off The Blues"
My ear attached to the wave patterns, my palms plant the floor
As a beat manifests from the music I adore
Head noddin' to the snares, and from there I'm devoted
To this rhythm, and I listen while my head is in motion
Up then down, my face projects an upside down frown
Hands in the air swaying forth and around
Touch the skies, shaking hands with the Gods, eyes to the sun
My future's lookin' brighter by the second I am one
With this love of mine, so fine inside of her finesse
And I'm forever fixated, faced wit what she possessed
Which was the opportunity, the first step to closure
With the evils of the underworld, sittin' on my shoulders
Autumn's colder, so that only means winter begins the ice age
And my heart is more frigid every minute with these bitches
Who all respond to my promises of a better life wit disses
But you win some, lose many, but never is my life phased........
I just paint the portrait all upon a blank page
Hope for others to comprehend, understand, and thank me
But those blank pages cast only blank stares
Rejecting any and everything that ain't theirs
Kind of how I feel in this city of mine
They all tell me, wait your turn, cause fame takes time
Well, time is money, and every moment is costin' me
Bettin' my whole entire future on life's lottery
Nobody really hears what i say, they sloppily read
Skim through the syllables to conjure up mysteries
I'm chokin' on pride swallowing, so I missed glory
You'll have to wait til next year to understand "HIStory"
That's when my album full of pessimistic anthems drop
You'll never fathom how my mission never has to stop
Enough about me, this concludes another freewrite
AKA, I'm writing for free, give me props!!!!!
(c) Mad Static
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