its all towards what budget affords, cutting the chords
like honda accord sports and swamari swords
pause. swinging in the sky on a screen,
violent-teen supplying green with an eye on the dream
livings a scream- driven by a voice in the walls
poison the calls to where padded floors cushion the falls
pushing the rules. think because the clues in the title
moving towards a soothing survival. suicidal.
a rival turning into a threat, things to protect
and furthermore cling to the bet, instant respect
an industry thats built on a cheque and still young
and a metaphor thats stuck to the tongue
bordom to stunned- im hoping for a piece of the grain
easing the pain, provoking small parts of my brain
my smokings insane. open on a quote from my books
focus on looks, and notice when the buyers are crooks
Boris
wanna get a fix from the rhyme, restrictions on time
tryna pen a verse that sticks in your mind
predictions are fine. the kitchen is a...
meh
i dont know how to do links but i reply to people sometimes, and i read every1s and think and shit so dont be anal