Author Topic: Rhyming for my health  (Read 125 times)

infinite59

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Rhyming for my health
« on: November 21, 2001, 12:33:28 PM »
I'm psychologically perplexed and it's got me caught up within a vortex/
Like I got an inferiority complex as if my orbit was inside that of the Earths/
An inferior planet like Mercury, although my status as an MC is more then you'll ever see/
These bitches be fuckin me up, my moms never gave me the confidence to deal with that/
Mother with the opposite sex, like my mom never allowed me enough confidence/
The mother-pearl is the lining of the shell, shaping the student wich is the son/
Like Malcolm said mother is the first teacher of the son, the source of my aggression/
Raised on low menial, dumintive doses of knowledge and wisdom too trivial to pay attention/
But highly levels of dissention, my mom telling me I was coming up short in my ways with her/
Subordinate and less than medicre no matter divergent ways I tried to please her/
Still I continue in my path and hope the future plays out better than the past/
As if I'm willing to learn futurism at Italian schools of painting 1909 till World War One/
Never favoring Facism with relations to Cubism, while influencing the existence of homo sapiens/
Survival of the fittest biulds a fear within us, that is contradicting with a peaceful existence/
peace.
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