I'M a Psycho
Let’s face facts you’re a motherloving no one
couldn’t find a flow if you were looking at the ocean
I’ll stand and deliver like I’m living in a river
Your thoughts are all flops
like the tap drips drops
just a monkey in a mosh pit flinging your bits
or a donkey with a dogs lick running your lip
How could it be these simple silly fools
wanna come at me with single syllables
thinking that their write is even close to credible
you’re looking at a mind already been defeated
beaten battered shattered left in bits scattered untreated
I ain’t talking your urban street knifes bullets pieces
I’m talking bout science religion clueless scared preachers
you think I cannot write a stanza
two hands of the Abu Hamza
only good for the hook
you mistook I'm a bomb bomb bonanza
step inside my mind you’ll find a jungle in decline
just a rhyme fortress faultless flinging out these fine rhymes
admittedly I need to grow my own ability
to leave the ground just like a tree
rise up to where the breeze freeze
and loyalty, treat 'em like their above with love like Royalty
oh wait it's just me, I guess that's how it be
I don't lose
when I'm removed
I learn to use
come back improved
settle scores and raise the roof
and if I want to "Trim Trimedy Trimmer" like a doof
I will do, I don't see rhyme or rhythm come from you
do this with ease, OCD disease
I want attention? Please, I'd rather herpeas
and no one's fully listening but still I'm funking rhythming
won't be dried up drained like my addiction to Ritalin
do you think I want "fitting in" I'm unfitted Trim
think free not addicts to image and gyms
I'm the devil level of upheaval
I come and I'm lethal
illegal drug piercing needle
for the people
I pick up the pace
to see the face look amazed
I can kick it with race
black Asian outta space
this skill was untraced
now to put it in its place
mumble rap sucks
flush it with the waste
I'm Peter Pan with Jedi traits
Peter Jedi basket case
aspire higher than you thought I might
up to heights blind to naked eyes
show you all how to be ambitious
sod sky limits I'm satellite dishes
and my dreams seen as insanity
up above the gravity
out of reach you laugh and see
lost the plot turn backs on me
but if you can dream it be it
then you better believe it
you can breed it breathe in
be everything you're needing
I may seem corny to corneas
but coroners could cover you tomorrow
caught up in common compliance
then life freedom isn't and can't borrow
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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