December (Rap Thursday Winner)
My world, it's desolate
My past, I covet it
My sacrosanct sweetheart
Wanna grieve, but I can't start
This loneliness a liar
Setting my world on fire
This situation's dire
Please get this through the wire
God, through heaven, please tell her
Thought she'd live 'til December
That darkness filled disease
Just tell her to come back, please
I Come as Advertised
(Blues Lyrics)
I come as advertised.
I’m the real McCoy.
When men stand against me,
I turn ’em into boys.
I breathe fire, spit bullets,
sweat blood, knock down walls.
And when my anger burns,
my fists echo through the halls.
When I love a woman,
she feels the stuff of dreams.
My kiss, my touch, my arms
burst her hidden seams.
I run and fuck and fight
all day and through the night.
I’m the real deal,
the real McCoy.
I come as advertised.
I come as advertised.
I’m the real deal.
I was partying at all night raves,
looking for what was real
when heartache, loneliness, pain
were jamming up my wheels.
And when my fire’s lit
there ain’t no putting it out.
I can go all night long,
make you scream and shout.
And if that’s too much for you
I’ll back off and pull out.
I’ll find someone else to settle this storm.
I’ve raised hell since the day I was born.
I’m the real deal,
the real McCoy.
I come as advertised.
I come as advertised.
And you better believe it.
Or you could be one of those chumps
who still don’t know what hit.
My mind is sharp like razors,
my creativity off the charts.
Every single place I go
I leave music, words and art.
My thirst and my hunger
for experience can’t be quenched.
Come within my orbit
and you’ll find yourself drenched
with thought and wonder and joy,
safe from the dangers I destroy
because I’m the real deal,
the real McCoy.
I come as advertised.
What a wonderful world.
Livin' in a powder keg givin' off sparks
ain't water under the bridge
I don't belong here
Head spinning
no kidding
You're a firework
The brightest colors
fill my head
Addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Walk the plank
Remember the dream
With our eyes wide open we
bullets scream
to the sound of the beat
Floating around in ecstasy
I was born this way
I was born in the U. S. A.
Throughout the great war.
Forgive me peter
I really thought I lost you
You said I'm the love of your life
He was a hothouse flower to my outdoorsman
The empathetic hunger descends
leaving me bereft and reeling
I thought it was just goodbye for now
Promises oceans deep
But never to keep
Somewhere in the haze got a sense I'd been betrayed.