Tuesday, July 13, 2010

118th- Need to feed my rhyme skill seed quick. :/

Its been so long since there was a spark.
No thrill, no will, no fill for my zeal and i'm left in the dark.
My bite is worse than my bark,
I'm no dickhead with feathers laid that'd just go 'cluck'.

So few go through shit and can rhyme with a clue too.
Everyone is waiting for a breakthrough, both me and you.
But no one even knows my misfortune, mixed with a cool brew.

People giving me the cold shoulder that it feel like winter too, temperatures reaching lower than 32.

I gotta take this time to recognize the wise, the skilled, with awesomeness in they eyes. Word to Mc Luke with his lyrical genius... living in a D.R.L crew.

~Right or left,
between life or death,
which one's the best?
~Mc luke

Jerking off at...
9:01 PM