I can see it all, I happen to see things my way,
My camera captures the actions as they play,
No multiple angles just plain where I point I shoot,
Close ups can come in handy, my thoughts help bring them through.
Dropping the words of knowledge onto the people, the poet,
Their perception of life through their eyes, we should know it,
So how do we learn of life if the poet is dead?
Just fallen looseleaf pages blown in the wind with ears to hear of words floating.
My eyes are quite itchy, I am twitching as can be,
I am wired up off my meds, not even the feds want to mess with me,
I might get a bit loose with this rules and start breaking ish down,
I am breaking bad, meth lab stacked up, I got bomb underground.
I am trying to shoot but the gun dont want to pop off,
People laughing at me, even girls with their tops off,
I cant believe I showed up to the fight without bullets,
I guess there might not be a fight, its just life, I am going through it.
I am too cool for school, that’s why I never graduated,
I always saw my dreams, not reached them, but still fascinated,
By the hard work I put in, I muscled up and I kick butt,
Too bad it’s only my ass that hurts, so I sit standing up.
I feel it in my funny bone, most of the time when I am home alone,
I laugh so hard like a geek or nerd, I dont grunt, I groan,
For life is too short and funny when you are doing stupid shit,
Like catching your house on fire, being butt naked, grabbing your balls, in a split.
Dive and splash into the colors on the canvas we call art,
Reflection of life, with bright lights and a center to set you apart,
By an angle, an idea or an abstract look to gaze upon,
People, places and things are the subject of a photo, its art, a bond.
Laying there in bed feet poking out the sheets,
My mind is racing, my breath heavily pacing, body feeling weak,
I was having a hell of a time, one I again shall surely seek,
I need me a cold shower and some food to regain my energy.
English: Saudi comedian Fahad Albutairi preforming a stand-up comedy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Fabricating lies these lames try to make them stick,
I run them from their ways, their dishonesty makes me sick,
When licking their wounds, all they think is to attack,
But I ain’t afraid of these lames, I got this I got my own back,
My head is strong on my shoulder and heavy with this weight,
Of thoughts I have created, made me stronger and keep me being sane,
For fame I don’t have to put you down to be on top,
I climb the mountain with my bare hands to win the race, and there is no runner ups,
I am thankful for the truth and it set my mind free,
People just hunting in the deadly forest in shadows trying to get some green,
They mean by nature, deceptive little fools,
I drown with my honestly so I beating them with the truth,
Cut back on your lying ways, be honest for a change,
Your fabricated information is going to make me go wild on you, problematically insane,
Without lubrication you are so ashy and so trashy, I can’t believe a word you say,
Out in the deep in the dark mist crying by yourself I will let you lay. NO LIE.