See i started to shift my puns were a mess
a sloppy starter with none to contest
or a tongue to depress
caught in the stress of being the worst or being the best
no middle man or a median
the verse is verge to become comedian
punchlines dope
rhymes coke
lines snorted
ideas deported
to a new land in old roots
try to be silver in gold shoes
try to coiencede and visualize
theres a rope inside to clear my mind
forever if you get my drift just one knot could end this shit
but no time for that here comes a savior
mixes hate with ink and paper
it slowly rises into vapor
it gets me high and calms my nerves
fly right past all the birds
welcome to my perch
obsessed to just lurk
till i rest stay bizerk
and if theres one thing i must do
is not turn out like you.......
something quick i made since i left the forum for almost 2 mnths **comments and criticism is well appreciated**