FR33KtheG33K
12-25-2013, 03:17 AM
There's a fine line between genius and insanity...I just want y'all to understand...these forums provide me a platform to express my creativity...so of course, being who I am, all the thoughts in my head.. it's kind of sporadic... but I'm venting, this is therapy for me.....
take a walk through my cerebral, get lost in my mind
balancing between genius and insanity, I'm Johnny cash walking the line,
thanking whatever creator created such an awkward design
I'm often inclined to feed your mind the thoughts I harbor in mine,
...whether negative or positive, it's food for the people
look in my eyes and see a war inside, good versus evil,
penning verses on top a church, on the roof by the steeple,
screaming its all lies, I've decided to speak the truth to the people
still I'm chastised, my bars are weak and their boring,
and don't fit the oridinary formula that they use on the forum,
exiled from the open Mic, even though these quotes are nice,
why can't y'all see that I'm a beast FREEKtheGEEKs the fucking poltergeist,
while the novice bite every word I write equivalent to a cobra strike
ALL ILL, got me ready to KILL ALL YALL, it's on tonight
these lines are divine When I speak stars align with the comets,
the duality that is inside of me is driving me bonkers,
Part of me brilliant, like Plato while I'm dropping this knowledge
the other half STRAIGHT OUT OF COMPTON, riding impalas
that's the cop killin' glock peelin' rock dealin' part of me
..but honestly I wanna be like Steve Hawkings whole heartedly
..and I still wanna rhyme like CommonSense,
but I sold crack just to eat and haven't rhymed like Common, since
and most the brilliant shit I pen gets passed over, they scroll fast
past the lone soldier with his note pad and just laugh.
not knowing the shit that's bubbling right beneath the surface of his soul,
but instead of lashing out he just mashes out and scribbles out these scrolls,
hoping one day someone will read it and give the feed that is needed
to feed his spirit so he isn't feeling hopeless defeated,
cuz right now he lost hope for all the folks that'll read it
he knows he's fucking nice why the fuck don't they just see it?
so here I am alone in this padded room just me and this pen,
trying to express all these vivid thoughts running all through my head... I'm done.
take a walk through my cerebral, get lost in my mind
balancing between genius and insanity, I'm Johnny cash walking the line,
thanking whatever creator created such an awkward design
I'm often inclined to feed your mind the thoughts I harbor in mine,
...whether negative or positive, it's food for the people
look in my eyes and see a war inside, good versus evil,
penning verses on top a church, on the roof by the steeple,
screaming its all lies, I've decided to speak the truth to the people
still I'm chastised, my bars are weak and their boring,
and don't fit the oridinary formula that they use on the forum,
exiled from the open Mic, even though these quotes are nice,
why can't y'all see that I'm a beast FREEKtheGEEKs the fucking poltergeist,
while the novice bite every word I write equivalent to a cobra strike
ALL ILL, got me ready to KILL ALL YALL, it's on tonight
these lines are divine When I speak stars align with the comets,
the duality that is inside of me is driving me bonkers,
Part of me brilliant, like Plato while I'm dropping this knowledge
the other half STRAIGHT OUT OF COMPTON, riding impalas
that's the cop killin' glock peelin' rock dealin' part of me
..but honestly I wanna be like Steve Hawkings whole heartedly
..and I still wanna rhyme like CommonSense,
but I sold crack just to eat and haven't rhymed like Common, since
and most the brilliant shit I pen gets passed over, they scroll fast
past the lone soldier with his note pad and just laugh.
not knowing the shit that's bubbling right beneath the surface of his soul,
but instead of lashing out he just mashes out and scribbles out these scrolls,
hoping one day someone will read it and give the feed that is needed
to feed his spirit so he isn't feeling hopeless defeated,
cuz right now he lost hope for all the folks that'll read it
he knows he's fucking nice why the fuck don't they just see it?
so here I am alone in this padded room just me and this pen,
trying to express all these vivid thoughts running all through my head... I'm done.