FreeVerse 999 Upside Down (Pt. VI Of FreeVerse Series)
By: 2 Dots
Duration
3:24
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Started 1/24/15 6:21 P.M. – Free Verse 999 Upside Down (Pt. VI Of FreeVerse Series) - FINISHED I like sitting down with my critics, and politely listening to their takes on my lyrics As I wait there quietly, while they put me through a clinic, on how I should stop being so cynic, Out the hidden messages in the form of cryptics, and dumb down the linguistics With a catchy tune being the only thing that I’m missing Then I wait until they are finished, stand up thanking them on their analytics, and for taking a few minutes As I dose them in burning acidics, and tell them that’s for wanting me to change my gimmick I wake up in the morning and get my London quickly fixed caffeine, make sure I give the on/off switch a sudden fifty flicks convene Pointing exactly 20 degrees north is my drunkard city whiskey canteen, abundant pixie stick regime, numbered Stevie Nix CD’s, and my shit encumbered crispy mix cuisines My Obsessive Compulsion has me doing six hundred and sixty-six routines Really, I’m just the kid who is quiet, studies science, fascinated by the Sirens, and wants to remain private I have an uncanning shyness, devising scenarios with a higher pliant, chemically altering different climates I’m the pilot, pulling on the coattails of every tyrant, a lyrical giant, who’s defiant to anyone who’s ever kept me silent Marooned on a strident island, or maybe that’s my brain filing, pleasant images of this mental asylum, my vibrant eyes widen I’m growing wearisome, stuck in this position of delirium, now I’m in a state of imperium, without a sense of an equilibrium It’s an idiom, to say I’m cursed for the rest of the millennium, haunted in a dream for a requiem It really is a continuum, try to put this consciousness into oblivion, when I’m fed unlimited lithium, unregulated whole bottle is the minimum I’ve been known for doing dastardly deeds, like abandoning my bastardly seeds, I’m just a coward who naturally flees Vodka gives my thoughts a faster release, while my vocals plaster beats, and out comes a fucking masterpiece They tell me that my thoughts are sickened, as the plot thickens, pumping me full of drugs to make my thought process different Turning me into a defenseless victim, as they drink the blood from headless chickens, and practice voodoo vengeance fixings Releasing infectious vixens, existing inside pentagram endless wickens, with now being more than ever having heaven as my only precious mission I want people to look back at my life and see a succession, without a question, being able to achieve progression, after almost losing my life several times to depression Under an intoxicated possession, like it was my profession, an obsession that turned into aggression, and was the cause behind several interventions Had my license under suspension, sped into trees on purpose and that’s my conscious confession, it was a way for me to put my hurt into an expression Should have been a prevention, I could have taken lives in that drinking session, and spent my life behind bars under a governmental oppression But I thank God every day that it didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have been able to deal with the consequences of my actions Innocent people shouldn’t have to pay for my soul that’s blackened, and I couldn’t even imagine, having to explain to families why I took their relatives’ life in a heartless fashion Because I can't control what I do when I'm on the drinking wagon? Fuck that, I'm about to give my evils a chained fastened, and become my emotions captain, like I belong on the All-Madden And when they come tapping, I’ll leave them dead like they were Latin, welcome to my new life’s caption … I’m a lyrical dragon, slapping my assassins
