Mind Of The Misguided

I figured for the next couple of posts, I'd hit you all with a different view and side of me. Other than the wonderful magazine I'm prepping for your hungry eyes and minds, I'm also a pretty good rapper (yeah, I'm patting myself on the back like a younger, fresher, albeit DARKER-TONED, Barry Horowitz), and an accomplished poet and short storywriter... What can I say, God deemed it necessary to give me good looks AND talent, who'd a thunk it? Anyway, this first joint is something fairly recent, a sample of focused chaos titled "Mind of the Misguided". Don't let the title work you up, but, read between the lines: OH! And, just in case you're wondering, ALL of my work is registered and copywritten with the government... (I refuse to get caught assed out, again...) Now, you may read on:


Mind of the Misguided
Orig. By Double Ii

Here I am,
young gangsta mentality,
depressed
watchin life as it passes me
Stressed
Thinking bout life as a casuality
Death,
precedes life if you think about it
Rationally
Adam and Eve birthed life, or was it catastrophe?
If you askin me, we been on a crash course since we were watchin Sesame Street
No more book learning, we teach about weaponry
Lesson #3,
cop these 'fore dude lets his little weapon squeeze
We made the best of it
Frosted chains, fruity rings, krispy jeans,
Breakfast cereal references fill my speech it seems
And that's the best of it,
Cause I could be coppin sumo weight
in every line, and that's fine,
But the TRUTH is what I determine great,
Not fictionalized traits,
Pitched fishing lines with no bait,
Hopin the masses catch flashes, but,
Cops lazy and flash badges,
Now kids are relaxed vandals,
What happened to no samples
Old soul is our new saddle
Grab that young horse and let him rap over
That Frankie Lymon,
We scream about perfect timing,
But we're just a buncha virgins,
Ain't even damaged the hymen, so,
Why are YOU rhyming?
I spit for release,
yeah I wish for peace
So when I say it to you, I REALLY wish you no beef
I'm in these streets like I say on these beats
But, you?
You hit the booth, and expect the streets to embrace sheep
Let me rephrase.
You want these beasts to exist with the weak
C'mon!
You better off flipping beef,
Cuz we're playin for keeps!
This ain't that, guy, we shootin to 21
12 skunk? U out the game, make room for fresh lungs
See we rep the fresh blood
Ya'll been greedy for a while
Yeah, a couple bit your style,
But ya'll been biting in denial
Claim your rights
Ryu or Guile? Street fighting since the 90's
When R. Kelly had P.A. and they was singin back in the 90's
Call me polished/grimy
Washed and filthy rhyming,
Still writing my lyrics, guess I gotta perfect my signing
Ya'll deaf and ya'll ain't just lip reading
We automatic, not six speeding thru life, ya'll keep leadin,
But, when you hit that loop, that 465 the circles the circle?
You'll realize this whole time 317 was Eddie,
Just waiting for ya'll Urkels