[Motif] Never lost in transit or stranded — I’m nomadic.. I’ve got (dirty) habits that wreak havoc with my antics — I’m outlandish — I’m a bad b*tch.. Like a mechanical mannequin bearing brass phantom limbs — I’m mixing batches, I’m lighting matches, as I go in for the win — again and again.. In fact, I’m running ragged with a million manuscripts of semantics — all back handed textbook scholastics, so I call ‘em “The
[Divine] So wise, never once thought twice, never once stood in line just to standby in rapid decline of my natural life.. Although once thought to be a modern day Einstein, now I can’t seem to figure out if I’m in my left or my right mind, since my mind left my life in the nighttime without a single meaningful lifeline.. Now I’ve found myself in a parallel life — one I fully despise cause
[You Are My Thoroughbred, In My Lions Den] I defy science with my radical self-reliance.. I’m a lioness, as you might’ve guessed.. Welcome to my lion’s den, where time and time again, my times well spent.. I’ve got a heightened sense, I know what lies ahead.. No need to try my best, to put my mind to rest.. In my defense, I define success.. But better yet, words can’t express, I don’t regret when we
[House Arrest, Midterm Test] Brunette, closed-set, no regrets.. I walk into the room with my cigarette.. All the eyes zoom to my silhouette.. They think they’re Romeo, so they call me Juliet, but they’d be incorrect, cause they’ve never met my type of intellect.. I’ve got battle scars miles far across my chest, and yet, I still won’t second guess a single quest, or reassess what’s in my head.. I’m an activist — my hearts
I’m a bad*ss b*tch and I’m killin’ it.. No more wishin’ it cause I’m livin’ it.. My minds equipped, got no time for sh*t.. My signs are so aligned I shine without a moment missed.. I’m so f*ckin’ lit, I’m a fire pit that’s breaking bricks.. My biggest hits are rapping rhymes while doing lines that make me trip..In fact, I’m so magnificent I’m f*cking writing manuscripts while I unzip & start to strip..Just can’t
Want my calling card? Ok.. Meet me on the boulevard, near the lumberyard, just don’t be surprised, when I arrive as advertised — no illustration of disguise or any lies.. Come on, it can’t be that hard to be avant-garde.. Just look at me — I work hard, play hard, I am years above my peers, got no fears in my career, got no patience for complacence.. Doesn’t even matter that I barely scrape by,
© KineticParallax 2024
© KineticParallax 2024
