TRANSFORMATIONS by VSOP * written to Jay Elect.-exhibit A instrumental*
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VSOP
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keep those deep frozen thoughts away from my cot
bubble gum ink drops
crumble under detox
tree tops and reebok vectors
test your testaments and scriptures and misery flooded films
spittin ? flem and stutterin sin
while cuttin wrists with number 6 pencils
utensils imprint your bruises influenced by stupidness
crucifix and judas friends are improvements to a circle block
on the corner of Gomorrah
horror comes to those dumb ones that are the first to stop
pour rum for those rich in love and poor with ?
exported dust over egyptians rugs sometimes rub me the wrong way
the song plays and calms me
party is on but noones home
just empty shells from hollowed out souls
spit shined polished chrome
bodies froze
calicos sneak through chalklines
leaving blue blood clawprints on tarnished philosphies
a crosseyed child screams
"momma please, call the police"
this man is gone and transformed into a bitter race
his skin is grey and hes filled with rage
get the cage and lock him behind bars
but they can't stop me
they must start the source
molotav cocktails but the brandy is cold
insanity born through death on misfit apartment steps
I'm neck deep in ?
the cement has transformed into my timbs and rinsed my innocence away
now all that is left is a name
bubble gum ink drops
crumble under detox
tree tops and reebok vectors
test your testaments and scriptures and misery flooded films
spittin ? flem and stutterin sin
while cuttin wrists with number 6 pencils
utensils imprint your bruises influenced by stupidness
crucifix and judas friends are improvements to a circle block
on the corner of Gomorrah
horror comes to those dumb ones that are the first to stop
pour rum for those rich in love and poor with ?
exported dust over egyptians rugs sometimes rub me the wrong way
the song plays and calms me
party is on but noones home
just empty shells from hollowed out souls
spit shined polished chrome
bodies froze
calicos sneak through chalklines
leaving blue blood clawprints on tarnished philosphies
a crosseyed child screams
"momma please, call the police"
this man is gone and transformed into a bitter race
his skin is grey and hes filled with rage
get the cage and lock him behind bars
but they can't stop me
they must start the source
molotav cocktails but the brandy is cold
insanity born through death on misfit apartment steps
I'm neck deep in ?
the cement has transformed into my timbs and rinsed my innocence away
now all that is left is a name
Comments
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its a whole transformation alright..
I like this piece.. kinda made me think of my own transformation..
thanks for sharing VSOP, and good to see you droppin your material again. -
thanks mama---i was on some other ? when i wrote this
could you tell? lol -
thanks mama---i was on some other ? when i wrote this
could you tell? lol
No doubt VSOP, you was on some other ish..and usually when we are, it' become's a piece to reflect back on too. Its what i love about poetry... write ? that is just crazy at the moment and you look back like whoooa...lol. -
No doubt VSOP, you was on some other ish..and usually when we are, it' become's a piece to reflect back on too. Its what i love about poetry... write ? that is just crazy at the moment and you look back like whoooa...lol.
lol look back and do the "wtf was I thinkin when i wrote this?" lol
