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still I rise still i live here still a small part of me dies everyday
say what yellow wont say, when feds come felons say, what the hell, oh well , felons fell, bounce back,be very fast, be clean like glass , clear as i pass countless familar with the airwaves, my ball lands on the fairway, kick that ***** in the rough, pick my path choose decide as treacherous as this life is, as my girl be right there, trinity sounds nice well, lands with lights on a dark path,dark matter crys out, my mother prays more, my heart swells no pride boy, take that no bribes boy,dead serious furious, call me a vapor, call me a maybe, disapataion seen who I dont know, been Fed dressed in gold medals, been best on both golds , still i press on, see so well very cold, so dead on, so u wanna get feresh, match that i pour a gallon in your face *****, pass down turn down, go left and be aware, be a southern when i got a man crush by gladiators, man them post unnoticed, salm baby down the sale, announce painpronounce blaine, be hard in the heart still, be all about the scars, shine some dye the sorrow, be a friend of mine, be a stone when still i feel like coming in for kills, oh a narc, dont start, drift my wrist as i spell, 3 kinds of hell, snatch badass ,
He was dealt a bad hand, so of course he flushed
it down the drain
The house of cards collapsed on faulty grounds so
he built again on new terrain
He set his sights on new foundations with the intent
to build anew
Blueprints were drawn on solid ground to keep the
plans from falling through
The glassy house he was seeing through was nothing
more than a mirage
The games that are played are exercise, now he's
exorcising all facades
The deck was stacked from the beginning so of course
the push went to the house
Behind the scenes he was pulling strings while staying
as quiet as a mouse
His sleight of hand is David Blaine in the realm of those
that imitate
With every hand that's dealt he levels up, now it's up
to you to speculate
What you see as water he sees as wine, & he's getting
drunk off every glass
He just gets stronger with every sip while using adversity
as a form of gas
Battered Blaine down in the rain.
And kept still in the winter’s chill.
Sudden appetites and several sour fights.
His moods distorted by the pain.
Seasons came and swirled the same.
Inside his brain, a sickly change.
At the will, of the world ‘s exchange.
Slept in sap and cloaked in shadow.
Amongst the sorry sights that drained him.
Deep in thought he stayed, inside a numbing claim.
Repeating his name, as the rain turned to snow.
Restless and weighted, he fell into cravings.
Worthless and hopeless, empty and shame.
Silently, he shouldered all the blame.
Irritable from inability, he lied alone.
Lied to those he loved, lied of his state.
And lied in the embrace of nature’s disgrace.
Until a tone rang from his phone.
A message to remind him of himself.
Which broke the haze of frozen plight.
And brought him back into the light.
He soon rested near a common man’s fire.
An electric heater, with a lamp above him.
Nestled in a blanket with his phone in hand.
He took his medicine and began to aspire.
To soothe his moods and mend his wrongs.
He would not give into his disorder’s might.
Instead, he would remember his light.
I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened, wild flower child, yea right boom boy im a power plant, a quater-back serving audibles, wide-receivers run em in slants, run deep, swapping the rythym up, call it skill or pronounce them fiery darts of the devil, replay read a lot of fake words, deploy nothing but truths that carry troops, dead-zone drop-off swing wide scrape the danger, winged right there then, repairs upmost respected like I have a strong command of the english langauge, a strong sense of honor, PoW's plenty of wise men, plenty that u couldnt challenge on the battlefield, u better be ready to die when you walk in their battallion, Feel the valance the stealth, feel nothing feel what you feel wether its false politics American Goverment, I dont condemn my country, American people be the damn blindest, conditionally unseasoned , refutedly would he die in that war man? Well im a black speck in his eyes dying where ever it dont make a ****, you think a soldier gives a damn about being remembered, nah its about fighting your hardest, living longer, having your friends back, perfecting that last love letter, asking God for guidance, as waiting for it, Command given stretch the ammunition, permissions only to use your intuition, now i put a disatant on that idea's be balanced if you spot it u got it, six strikes 3 terrible battle plans, instructions be on a good heart. we life size- we realize it. we competition cams with a lope pulling deeper compression, true intentions blow up in your mind like mushroom clouds, like the repurcussion was a blast to the laws broken in an accident, cheap shells cheap never be Blaine c cheap s sweetlies b bashing breaking *****es, bullstrong. balls with the brillance, beautiful blows, brainstorming, bulls of bashan beaware the wheel of furtune turns quick ask me I slip out simple vibes I be on top soon. blanks broken hollypoints I keep one jax in the chamber, Bang baby I still hit hard with the power, bang *****es blaine me, can u blame me? Straight and narrow , not like in a false form, warfront back on a warhorse, back on the foremost thoughts of a man with a decision to make..
Form:
A ghostly shade of white that cloaks the ground
Of contoured guesswork and ominous mound
With flecks of skyward flakes tossed by the storm
That frost the gray, obscure the day and change its form
Observed within to look beyond a misted window pane
Into bitter extremities of ague and blaine
A snowbound silence that inhibits the soul
And uncertain depth that impedes all goals
Struggling iconic beauty that stealthily grows
Haphazardly drifting across the moors
Confining rugged scene of whitened dune
Snowbound and shackled this afternoon
To gaze and sit and reflect and ponder
The greenery beneath the shroud out yonder
Now listen close to these tangles that we have involved in
As we evolve now, I'm just hoping that i can last longer
If I can program my mind into, as fast as a mind has ever gone before
If I tell myself I will never win, then i will continue to lose in my sin
But Thank GOD that Lo came to save me
Even though I'm so sinful it's kinda crazy
It's the definition of insanity
Your talking to the man who answers you
Along with these anthems that have been handed me
Your trophy and proof of a better hand than me
Now these can be like the Macabee's
We can chase the end of the world and see who's at the end now
Oh! there goes the after death, Now here comes the after life
Just stay focused and don't ask your wife
For a yes! for a no! or for a maybe
just listen to these lullaby's like i was singing to a baby
Name me! Please name me! If it's Timothy Blaine then it's all gravy
Now these are not navies, these are not armories
These are just the things that be trying to harm me
Now evil can be like a swarm of bees
You can look down on me but don't you try to swarm on me
Now hold up! I'm not trying to be
something I'm not, I'm just trying to see
My kids by January
Because December's looking very scary
It's a hell of a month, it started out rough
Now we're hitting up into a rough
Now we're hitting into a sandpit
Better get my sand wedge before i ban this
Yes it's the whole world and it's the baddest
System you ever been into now I'm saddened
By the catastrophe that i have endured
By the tragedy that i have supported