How long can I go till I'm running out of talents?
Till I just laugh like a mad Jimmy Fallon,
I really don't know, but I'm liking what I manage,
Fly by the average, rhyme like a savage,
Couldn't be an eagle if I didn't have talons,
Couldn't be a Hawk if I didn't have balance,
Couldn't have a Desert Eagle without doing damage.
Gun laws vanish. some of us are manic,
Totally bananas! But I found my peace.
In the outback by our private beach.
Don't need much sand, just less of stone
To not punch my souls in on the shoals of home.
I dream back now to the summer that's gone.
Summer times on then suddenly they're off,
Around this time now my wheels fall off,
As the leaves fall off, it's the season's cost.
Fall's expensive! And don't talk about winter.
Sitting in own refrigerator indoors.
Spitting on NG if I have some time but I'm
Way too tired to feel most rhyme.
Need vitamin and especially now,
With the rona on the prowl, throwing us around,
Don't be such a Ground Hog though don't care so much.
Don't let yourself be controlled by fear and such.
But do put a mask on for common decency.
In the streets we're all are treated equally.
Both the strong and the weak live peacefully,
Side by side. Till the strong get surplus steam
they need get out of their steam machine!
Beat on the weak! That's the dream machine!
Though we don't have predators, we're not much better off,
We become our own foe so just let it mosh.
Instead of standing up to a common foe.
Some of us stand up to a common Joe.
Like in John Wick it's all Common know you know
Violence is the only road to go!
I sense something slowly changing though,
Recreational weed and aging don't
Need to be the same sad ass time.
Talent runs out. Half ass rhyme.
So here's the second part! I make a heck of unsmart art!
Voice dry like I've been drinking up tar, parched!
When I say talent I really mean skill. Who can kill it,
Skrillex-like though for real?
Keep going till their home's up for a mill,
Then buy another one for like twenty, gotta keep it real!
American paychecks are a thrill, so high up,
All comparison here is nill.
I barely can paint a still, I barely can even feel,
I'm nearly bearing a chill when I'm aware at the eerie will,
Around the lair I've built! Can't go outside here,
Corona's coming and it might slide near.
Trump said: Don't let it steer you. Don't let the fear though.
Might be the best thing he's said since near June.
But show decency too, now I'm repeating things.
This ain't a monarchy. Why are there even kings.
When the people in power have no power.
When we cower like cowards and get devoured.
When we're showered by topless propaganda
Thought about saying bottomless but topless sounds like a better standard.
Fanfare here for all those who dare,
Speak their own mind and live on for real.
People don't try these days, people are scared.
They don't even bare their feelings when people stare demeaning.
Political correctness the disease.
Go on and a live a bit and heckle; be a beast.
Get the wrecking ball going pedal to the metal on the streets!
Demonstrations these days are all just pent up feelings.
That I'm dressed up like a clown cartwheeling,
Through the common carnage but it don't phase me,
I roll by smiling while the harmful barnacles grace me,
Like a savior igniting faith in our tired race,
Stuck in the tire tracks of our brighter days.
Just rolling on as the petrol fumes,
Keep collecting till our debts go.
Boom. Biddy. Bye. Bye.
No original. Half ass try.
We're too divided. Half ass sky.
Politicians with their half ass lies.
I know I say politicians like... way too many times.
I'm stuck in a loop though! Gotta try a new road!
Going on till June folds, summer time the new hope!
Some are dumb and dues closed, dead out gone.
Dinosaurs of the nether. Come on we can do better.
Never sever the hope, let go the lever of the trapdoor,
Every talent coming in balances on this mad floor,
Any time they have something to say they stand tall,
And fall forth. Call off the cross. Don't fall short.
Don't nail your heroes. Set sail you weirdo.
Put a skull on that sail cause it hails the real.
Those who never give up or give in,
Jump into that boat, doesn't matter if you can't swim.
Sail the bumpy seas for one peace.
Either you'll make it or you'll settle in the deep.
Choking on foul water and no air.
But with no regret. Have I overstepped, to encourage such a cold and unkempt road to rep?
But for real, but I think I'm really running out of time.
Halt recording. Half past nine.