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letra de short story ii - m&a | zeusaeed

it’s the last part of the story, first blow of the storm, a m-ssacre into forming
one last nap and he calls it, the last tap was a warning
take off his mask and he’s rogers, ’cause he was capped in a soldier trapped in his formals
yeah homie strap the badge off his shoulders!
he never sounds normal
he always wonders if his voice works
it’s not his fault, he shouts out loud
it’s just they’re not allowed to respond to him!
he’s the outsider now
yeah homie spite-un-cite him now
’cause inside you know it now
that he spits truth you wish it came out of your swiney mouths!
plus he never cussed out unless he had to
that’s ninety percent the time he raps to you
’cause how could he be honest if he can’t spazz the truth?
try talk him out of it and he’ll snap at you!
“homie you better bow out of it now or die a proof, or die notorious or go to cuba too.”
they said you must be black to walk in these shoes
b-tch i was born barefoot and that’s how i’ll walk my way to you!
this is no other gamble just a short story two
there are no fast lanes but short stories
i was never gone it’s just how long my page takes to fold it
and i kept going by the book through lonely nights and cold mornings
through empty sights and long rides home
through every sigh after a false hope
and i can keep going the list goes on and on, but how much are you willing to take of my moaning
to everybody who’s been a part of this journey
thank you man
although half of you believe i’m a psychopath, but thank you though
thanks to my mother and my only brother
thanks to my father and his son from another mother
thank you sis know that if i’m forever gone i never looked to you as a burden but another bless
thanks to my family, the ultimate blessing
thanks to my friends and all of those listening
thanks for the one b-tch i cared for and she ditched i’m still mad for it!
told you i’d k!ll for you!
only thing died in me is my love for you!
though now i’m living
fighting my way through to heaven
i always said i had no home until i realized: a home is not what you live in, but the arms that welcome you from a distance
i’ve had too much sweet and sour, man i can’t tell the difference
and man i hate my instincts, they’re always right
and i hate whatever it is that makes me write!
and honey, i hate the fact we’re not side to side
i keep seeing you in my dreams let’s hope i finally get some sleep tonight
this is quite tough to say
but last august i died, september revived, october denied, november deprived, but today i’m alive
i bet you got all of the signs
you’re the love of my life
though i’m away from your eyes, it didn’t stop me to write you in lines
let’s forget ’bout the lies
you have much of this side that you accept me as “i”
and all that matters is by tomorrow everything will be fine
you will ignore me? alright
still, you always remind me of july
remind me of the beach where we met
it feels like we never broke it sweat
but that was one time and that was it
man.. last year i took an l
i stopped believing in myself and i lost a friend
i figured changing who i was ’till i no more resembled myself
and this – is another story to put on the shelf
everything was above me ever since i was twelve!
i saw the world get a hold of me, but i had a mother who would k!ll for me
and to granny – rest in peace
i never had a chance to say goodbye but i’ll tell you all about once we meet
‘though the day you left, the truth unveiled
masks were off; fake faces read
fake tears on your bed and fake cries from empty chests!
some of them were waiting for this day
but the rest of us saw no end to the pain
but now: i look up and hope that you forgive me, god knows what i have been through
at most i’ll get a round of applause or a handful of salt
but this is one side of the picture
just like one hand won’t clap, one color won’t paint
you envy my talent? haven’t you heard me bursting these veins
this is no other set of words but a shout of an ancient phantom pain

know if you ever knock me down i will cause damage to surface
and i am here to wreak havoc i ain’t another clown in the circus
it takes way more lemons to beat me
like trynna rhyming an orange, you quit
you don’t know what it’s like to have any courage to spit another verse and admit that you can’t end it
you sit and you take all of your kit
your pen could almost predict what you’ll write with it next
but not one decent line could exist
they said no rap gods co-exist
so call me a rap miracle, a kid
or another -sshole, a pr-ck
for i’m too big for this sh-t
see my own casket won’t fit
for the size of this lyrical web
how many lines could connect? it’s almost forming a circuit
and if you still think i’m a d-ck, i too don’t believe that you’re perfect – b-tch!

- ma zeusaeed

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