• breeze brewin • a yo I send this to all of my corporate
corpses tryna abort the thoughts of coming out wildnʼ,
dumbinʼ out time to off the office, i was surely sorta
twisted, worked at a TV studio, an audio a**istant, easy
do my duty though at times was in a mean mood, hot I
gotta be cool, on the brink of fiendʼs drool, glaring at the
green room, made a brother the same color, but beyond
neon, pushinʼ me to peon, barkinʼ at dreams to be gone.
tending to the talent and many they havenʼt any, was
especially a challenge when he be like god d***it can
he hear his vocal. as he cuffin it "How my mic sound?"
thinkinʼ on the low itʼs perfect when he put the mic down,
clown stand steady grillinʼ wanting subservience, sound
man buryinʼ thinkinʼ iʼd f*****ʼ murder them and iʼm stea-
minʼ as iʼm watchinʼ duke, leavinʼ on some hot pursuit, i
gotta win as these cats be modelinʼ what not to do.
6 in the morning and the walls close in, high noon calls
and the walls own him, kings at the ready know the walls
wonʼt win.
• a.r. • storms on the harbor like a harbin-
ger of gore, gore is my harbinger, pardon
the art of war, get your doors darkened by
the house of card carpenters who never
thought a slave could be a sparticus and
more, pencil sharpener with a resume for
the carnivores who take important con-
ference calls in corner office walls, still
a buck is a buck and he punch numbers,
5 - punch! just say no to company func-
tions, and he duck into the dungeons,
nothing says "kill it" like a day of fetching
paperclips and staplers for the privileged,
two lives one is chores for w****s, one is
where i want to be when you begin regret-
ting yours, and I poured in with a large
coffee, tardy every morning, to a man who
took authority beyond what it was for, how
you gonna pay the rent day job free? make
rap records, matter of fact, thanks, peace.
• cage • in a hospital gown day off from
being tied down in recreation, swinging
a paddle at mental patients. raping the
competition to smother the pain and sin
so he pounds you out in table tennis like
w*** Liqin. too strange within just to stop
demented interactions sleep and thoughts
documented. heʼs lingering insane paint
thinner in his vein colors blown out around
the doctors finger in his brain. with a nee-
dle unable to beat him in a fetal position
he crafted a path to escape his condition.
would cling to the white walls the psych
halls in his mind soon bled the words he
would speak to the world in time, but not
before more injections strapped to the bed
until the psycho-tropics took hold of the
rap in his head. when his wrists released
he wrote tunes you could snoop through,
day of release said depart from me i never
knew you.
corpses tryna abort the thoughts of coming out wildnʼ,
dumbinʼ out time to off the office, i was surely sorta
twisted, worked at a TV studio, an audio a**istant, easy
do my duty though at times was in a mean mood, hot I
gotta be cool, on the brink of fiendʼs drool, glaring at the
green room, made a brother the same color, but beyond
neon, pushinʼ me to peon, barkinʼ at dreams to be gone.
tending to the talent and many they havenʼt any, was
especially a challenge when he be like god d***it can
he hear his vocal. as he cuffin it "How my mic sound?"
thinkinʼ on the low itʼs perfect when he put the mic down,
clown stand steady grillinʼ wanting subservience, sound
man buryinʼ thinkinʼ iʼd f*****ʼ murder them and iʼm stea-
minʼ as iʼm watchinʼ duke, leavinʼ on some hot pursuit, i
gotta win as these cats be modelinʼ what not to do.
6 in the morning and the walls close in, high noon calls
and the walls own him, kings at the ready know the walls
wonʼt win.
• a.r. • storms on the harbor like a harbin-
ger of gore, gore is my harbinger, pardon
the art of war, get your doors darkened by
the house of card carpenters who never
thought a slave could be a sparticus and
more, pencil sharpener with a resume for
the carnivores who take important con-
ference calls in corner office walls, still
a buck is a buck and he punch numbers,
5 - punch! just say no to company func-
tions, and he duck into the dungeons,
nothing says "kill it" like a day of fetching
paperclips and staplers for the privileged,
two lives one is chores for w****s, one is
where i want to be when you begin regret-
ting yours, and I poured in with a large
coffee, tardy every morning, to a man who
took authority beyond what it was for, how
you gonna pay the rent day job free? make
rap records, matter of fact, thanks, peace.
• cage • in a hospital gown day off from
being tied down in recreation, swinging
a paddle at mental patients. raping the
competition to smother the pain and sin
so he pounds you out in table tennis like
w*** Liqin. too strange within just to stop
demented interactions sleep and thoughts
documented. heʼs lingering insane paint
thinner in his vein colors blown out around
the doctors finger in his brain. with a nee-
dle unable to beat him in a fetal position
he crafted a path to escape his condition.
would cling to the white walls the psych
halls in his mind soon bled the words he
would speak to the world in time, but not
before more injections strapped to the bed
until the psycho-tropics took hold of the
rap in his head. when his wrists released
he wrote tunes you could snoop through,
day of release said depart from me i never
knew you.