Hey. This is something I wrote yesterday afternoon when I was supposed to be doing history homework. It was hard to come up with a title, it might be changed. :pony: Thoughts appreciated.
Quintessence
- kbf
What are dreams, seem to brighten, enlighten
Me with knowledge I detest how we fighting
Giving my all flowin’ every night and
Cretins follow and get their names on writing
The new revolution past pe’s golden age
Touche, shines a new ray of poets working for the rap wage
Of cash paid, accounts things of the past days
Ain’t working to save, throw it away on strapless stage
When some living the cash-less ways on the bay
Of opportunities but their spot taken as I portray
The image of one desperate, can’t make perfect
Audio recording not a merchant never once been elect
I’ve been out of breath, outshone by others
About to give up but the mic beckons like a frat brother
Grounds tremble though the weather, I try not
Lest never stop, keep growing though other seeds rot
While common folk fought for material items
Your ignorant, taught to receive but never provide ‘em
Mindless thinking I condemn my nature is concise
Try to cut me, never reach past the hem, the opposite of street vice
I got advice, just ask and you’ll receive benevolence
A new inevitable consequence, I’ve broken my silence
I’ve been content with bronze, produce them like the Anyang
Something richer around, I defy authority they’d hang
Surrounded like I’m in Greek times, masking my expression
Different roles at different times, my semblance needs correction
Myself in a tragedy with a great character flaw
Be the messenger bearing the news for an higher person of law
The way it has been, will be, never will change undoubtedly
Some step to the limelight but I shy away towards the crowded seas
And blend in like I’m a fish underneath a shark’s fin
I can’t help but camouflage underneath someone else’s skin
Look through that toothy grin a gaping hole
Gender roles still apply my situation out of my control
Blanking out as it’s my time to ascend from the bottom
From tomatoes rotten to a field of crop blossoming
First dates to the first golden ring, love at first wake
Lingering, break the commandments, adulterate first mistake
Who can blame me for wanting none of that duplicity
Quintessence, pure innocence defeats weaponry
But if doubt creeps in seeking my chivalry
I may crumple like papier after hearing they wanna rival me