If I died tommorrow
would you guys be startled?
this is no plight of sorrow
it's my drive to be known.
All I have is a mustard seed
and a penny to start a society
this is my rhythmic counseling
cuz thinkings got me faltering
I've been following dark offerings
my hearts sharply hardening
harboring this quizzical
cynical miracle it's disheartening
when giving up is all I've got
I'm not getting up, the pillows too soft
I'm not livin' up, I ought to be shot
I'm distraught
so I inhale deep and beg and plead
"Jesus stop being so mean to me"
I fail to see I'm incomplete
It's because of me I'm losing sleep
Maybe I'm the beast
baby get some sleep
think about these things
I'm praying we see peace.
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
1 comment:
in the end, words don't mean shit. For once in my life, I stand clean.
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