Thoughts of a Non-Thinker.
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It starts with a bang that goes around my head
as I try to work hard and get my daily bread
but I'm mislead as my face soon turns red
My heart straight drops like a lump of lead
I lead, with a vocal to feed the minds of
the dumb blind sheep, my fingers can flow
nobody will know whether I was fast or slow,
Time is running out, the clock is ticking right now
and pow, into the future you shout.
Or into the void, what can you avoid?
Listening but with interest devoid.
A dart that I shoot into the heart
The point is in, the end is pointed at you
You flew from my heart and you never knew
that all along I just tried to be true.
Go through and see a tunnel of truth
as my fingers clack clack clack inside of the booth
A youth, trying to grow up as a man
Not knowing his plan, just having one lonely fan
His mom, his dad, his friends were his family
but this story sadly, ends up sadly.
A hope, destroyed, cast away in the sea.
See what you did to him, did to me?
No more thoughts, just life, barely a breath
fingers keep moving like he's running from death
no stopping, no pause, just avoiding the paws
that swipe at his face with the razor sharp claws.
The crow caws, signalling his demise
surprise, he comes back out alive
Deprive him of his flow but he still has his soul
but the two mix together like eggs in the dough
You know, how this story ends but you just say no.
Waiting to see what you will soon sow
You reap and weep and stare in the street
seeing your sins, your life looking bleak
The peak of the mountain
is out there, without him.
Keep moving and grooving and soon
you have found him.
You hug and weep and laugh with joy
feeling like a kid with his favorite toy.
This took four minutes, goin onto five as I
realize that it's losing the vibe
I try to keep the flow and the pace
but it seems like a never ending race
to finish I can't, I can only stare and pant
at the work of my fingers freestyling out a rant.
So I end with this, a final try to spit
a mean coherent freestyle filled with some wit
Oh Lord, what a job, what a Job you knew
from all of his miseries and troubles brought through
It's You, and it'll always be
Now and forever, thinking on Thee.
My words are dribbling like drool
from an infant's mouth, a fool
I was to try and outrule
Your work in my life, how could I be so cruel?
Love given, love returned
in the end this freestyle was learned
And burned in my mind til I could spit out a rhyme
worthy of churning the Spirit divine.
I'm blind and I'm deaf, surely not a threat
until all the requirements of me are now met.
Winding and grinding out an eternal flow
I know, that someday to Your kingdom I'll go.