Inktober #27 - Rockstar Inc
AKA Dreaming, The State Of All, Rockstar Ink...
Uh! Here we go, yo!
Olschool! Rock and roll dude!
Let's stroll this road too, yeaaaah!
Throw some worldview, off the verdure...
Dreaming... of a world where I make more money than the average bloke
But as soon as I dream such things I feel evil seething and I'm glad that I am more woke.
Though the anti-woke movement killed the waking movement in that word like Coke killed Mary.
I just hope you keep an open stereo, and blare out the music that spoke to you really! (LOUD)
( I'm just a nobody with old shoes!
Going all Inktober with these dope tunes!
Staying in these rags like I'm an old dude!
Bagging the prose in those like it's a dope room!
Here with Eamon! Improv demon!
Rockstar lean with the strings - I screaming!
Kings of The City with the meanest meanings!
Bleed these speakers! Feel defiance! )
I don't really know!
What I'm doing with my life, but the world it rolls, so here we go!
I just want control!
I keep following the vibe like I lost my soul - know it's not optimal!
All that really is!
Is a chase for the grit, the rush, the riffs - relics of our tripping!
Will it ever fit?
The wig you wear! It's hairy in here and my beard is slipping!
The world is in a bad place these days!
All these trials and tribulations we face!
Say we keep evil at bay but the ocean's rocking!
Bigots in bungalows filling open pockets!
The road to fortune's lined with regrets!
All these dominoes on the streets!
Filing down to this hole on the ground - strolling with crowns -
Shake or a frown and it's off to the deep end!
I just want to emcee, I want to be free,
I feel beats like a Morse code *beep beep*,
Living dazed like I wake from a deep sleep always.
But my deep state's secret!
In the Matrix acting like a beatnik.
See no purpose in anything - no meaning.
Beyond emceeing I keep scheming in Stockholm.
I always write so I hope I'm not wrong yeaaah...