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letra de sacrosanctum - kidcarus

this a riddle turned rap
peddled by some elegant fella who spelled it in half
peddle to the metal always relevant well in the back
but that ship sailed, so we prescient, forward
no pedaling back
head in the sack arms stretched, wrecked, no telling
who’s smashed
like, i could kick a dope rap scheme
tight with it, so that most couldn’t catch me
in fact, that act of stacking it wouldn’t
even seem that hard, like a steam engine
steady brеathing, but already breeching

worthless worry hurdles hеrcules himself
to an early grave, you project that same
sentence day after day straining to stave
that steady flow of thoughts that groan
heavy on your aching skull, every success
begets another reset, another fight to find
another night to hide from failure, to wail
and shriek against the freak that tempts
your battered soul to leap from feats that
your hands could so, so easily defeat but
freedom from that need seems to reap its
reckless toll on feted fatted calves your ass
could own in half an action. you know your
voice could move a mountain, confidence
a reaction, a bastion from the fear, the ear
to swoon and bashful news to laugh at fools
who lack the tools to match your with
you can handle it

my mind bleeds lyrics as i try to clear interest
and steer into directed effort, lifting my soul to
the extra level, press the devil pimples to leak
their evil aura, drain the pus that seeps the sap
and reeks like festered meat on my weakened mind
i’m languishing in the thoughts of future times
while rats, stress, wrestle and gnaw my skin
ripping into supple flesh, till there’s nothing left
i’m a bubble in a nest of th-rns, tested, scorned and
vested in the measure that i’m pressing for

my promise bright, my past a beacon shining deep into that
inky night, i can see it, calling, screaming you can reach this
tight grip straining muscles, beading sweat streeks and drips
pushing forward, but i’m lost, for now, striking blindly wildly
swinging clearing brambles that hug and stick, i’m stuck as sh-t
muddy boots sinking, heavy, deep in that ugly pit, a mess of weeds
stinking sweetly of discontent, i missed my exit, victim of my own
misdirection, no myth to wrestle this is my mission, i’m the king in mention
it’s my court that’s missing, my shortcomings that tore the banners
burned the cattle and ravished farmlands, i’m the tattle tale that rattled
unfair decisions that barely altered my surroundings, pounded my vision
and clouded my victories, i’m simply the method of ascension bottled by
a sense of fear, sheared for this envisioning. m-s-ch-stic rituals that riddle
my interests with singular victimhood

i think we’re good

- kidcarus

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