Succession (rap)

by Dustin S   Jan 13, 2009


Whenever it looks like I'm mad, it's actually when I'm speaking,
My mouth doesn't ever move, but don't call me a weakling.
Borrowed in thoughts, nothing but this kind of vernacular,
Trying to entertain, avoid riots. So I'm not spectacular.
Enough hiding. I'm a rapper keeping his name in belief,
So I tell all who read, this isn't the tree, but a mere leaf.
I don't have any disorders, just I obtain so much negativity,
That my brains functions twisted, nd screwed up my running ability.
Sounds like I have repeated but yet defeated, how so weird,
We are all creations built for reason, not to be discriminated or feared.
So here is my loyalty, the royalty of of my choice,
When I get soldierly or elderly, you'll still feel my voice.
....the temptation and vibration of this accusation,
Hustles the nation when probation can't stop my graduation.
My skill may be weak, but mind is strong. Nothing's what you do to this,
Yet I feel like Michelangelo and my prison is Pope Julius.

What is, what was? Thats my final question.
To a soul such as thee, I'm a misimpression.
Unanswerable thoughts is my suggestion,
Hopefully I will make a succession.

Writing the habit I have formed to develop,
A heart for all races and genders I got: it's what I tell em! (slant)
Repel them? No, but should I warn them? Oh yes,
There is no reason for why I shouldn't ask, on a Judge's third guess.
Less or more, now Im overflowing with what I can't explain,
It isn't joy or depression, glee or even pain!
Left lane, I peek to notice I'm an apprentice,
And on the right side, I do what I dont want, be a menace.
In this envelope I discuss a very important topic, one I wont avoid,
Im sorry if my life problems trouble you, I dont me to get you annoyed.
About to be employed soon, so we gotta be in an acceptional,
kind of mood from here our, forget about being professional!
Enough depression! Time for the Neon's new era,
I like this new veiw, when I look in the mirror! (slant)

What is, what was? Thats my final question.
To a soul such as thee, I'm a misimpression.
Unanswerable thoughts is my suggestion,
I know I will make a succession.

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