Fa-Q - Today

[Fa-Q]

I lay in a field to die,
As the clouds sheild the sky.
I try and yeild to cry,
I cover my goose bumps with a blanket of daisies,
Life is sweet like a banquet of pastries,
Traces of pollen in my knapsack,
Faces of the fallen in my backpack,
The straps are pulling on my shoulder blades,
And my eyelids show what a soldier pays,
My beauty sleeps,
As my duty leaps,
From ground to air,
Smoke fills the sky as I dance around a flair,
It was bound to scare,
My weights no pound to wear,
So I take a nose dive,
Each one of my toes of five,
Die but my flows alive,
And it shows my drive,


I'm dying slow inside,
Trying to coincide,
So this rolling tears prove crying doesn't show pride,
Is today my last,
I inquire my conscience thinkin of a different way to ask,


I swallow an oak tree,
As it hollows it cloaks me,
It rains and puddles collect,
Drowning only doubles my respect,
Swimming laps in moist rivers,
Lungs fill with water as my voice quivers,
And for some reason these meds keep,
Me in my bed sheet,
Until my coughin (coffin) stops and I'm dead asleep,
Sleepless dreams or a dream filled sleep,
No more shut eye I've killed the sheep,
I get peace in rest,
As the moon will cease to crest,
Empty skies keep me exploring,
I can't find my eyes so I sleep til morning,
Each star crack the sky,
But one speaks up and asks why,
Why the sun brightens the day,
But only when the moon is frightened away,


I'm dying slow inside,
Trying to coincide,
So this rolling tears prove crying doesn't show pride,
Is today my last,
I inquire my conscience thinkin of a different way to ask,

The reason is its playing hide and seek,
Never found so its tears are decaying on either side of the street,
It burns but will never douse,
Yet it wonders why the moon is a better spouse,
The half moon tilts and sway
And he asks why he was built this way,
The sunrises when flowers are done dying,
Cause at night the sun is crying,
She's alone and the stars shine at the expense of the sun,
And since there's none,
My footprints have one rinse and they're done,
I'm in a lake on the rapids with no boat or paddle,
Riding waves like I float on a saddle,
Space is my limit, and I've erased what's in it,
Alone except anger is my soul mate,
And I've learned that the sky is full of hate,
When its raining a cloud is wailing,
Thunder is booms as loud as hailing,
Tornadoes is anger taken out on the ground,
Drought is happiness about to be found,
And when you doubt the sound,
Look up at the sky for emotion,
And wave goodbye to its devotion,


I'm dying slow inside,
Trying to coincide,
So this rolling tears prove crying doesn't show pride,
Is today my last,
I inquire my conscience thinkin of a different way to ask,

[Relapse.LP]

That's ridiculous rhyming and innocuous imagery, in a good way.

[Fa-Q]

Thanks a lot Relapse

[Relapse.LP]

That's ridiculous rhyming and innocuous imagery, in a good way.

I concur to this impeccable statement but not in an obsequious manner

Perchance the aftermath of inauspicious over-dosage of narcotics, but you sir, in all respect, consigned to oblivion on the matter of allocating a period at the end of your articulated statement.

(You can't match me, nukka.)

[Fa-Q]

Haha thanks Co

[Yah-hah]

um yeah it was dope Intelect through the roof homie

[gutawafang]

LMAO at Coleon and Relapse.

Anyways, I find it poetic. Nuff said.

[Relapse.LP]

You're inadequate rebuttal has forced me to delve into my vast knowledge of the written word, first and for most, if by "match you" you perchance met fit you with a sulfur tip and shove a wooden rod in your anal sphincter to commence ignition, then no my mislead friend, I cannot match you

The abhorrent ignominy of your linguistic grasp of English grammar bewilders my illimitable cognition of the universe in its entirety. "You're" is "Your", my misunderstood friend.

[Fa-Q]

Lol yall fightin while givin webster a piggy back ride

[Fa-Q]

Lol ooook Co.

[Relapse.LP]

The abhorrent ignominy of your linguistic grasp of English grammar bewilders my illimitable cognition of the universe in its entirety. "You're" is "Your", my misunderstood friend.

I have to mispell something....it makes me feel human again....being a limitless library of intelligence designed by the CSI trapped in a human form is quite inconvenient you oblivious water sack.

Thank you for your most gracious remark regarding the reality of my intelligence, you n.igga.

[Fa-Q]

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