Poetic Truth Over Verbal Lying
ts like.... everytime I try and rhyme its like my word of thought gets left somewhere in the back of my brain behind....Im a Hustler people making green on the scene so much Im alright its way too fine.....
I make money *****es my clique and crew is only one man... yeah its known as Se7enth Sign
This is my moment ...this is my ****ing time......tired of darkness my way I will light shine through hidden alcoholic crimes in the city buildings or out in nature tree pines
I do what the **** I do nah not to make dollars but dimes....
I doing small things in a big poetic way no longer am I trying.....Im going to spit real *****before my soul starts dying....
I know its alive now because that *****inside me is crying
Its like Im a soul for sale up for the cheapest buying
My poetic shoes are untied in life ...they need tying......
I guess poetry is the only way people around here will listen to poetic truth over verbal lying....
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
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