Rogue Stranger

[trap.]

Name:Rogue Stranger
Reps:

Title: "The Death of Understanding"

Can't forget that fateful moment and each day I reflect*
Reverse the road less travelled...one way to regret*
Cost me all of me...wrongly...waiving the debt*
With a soul so broke I didn't pay my respects*
Affection starved, hungry, hollow inside*
Hard to stomach it, deep breath and swallow my pride*
Apalled at the lies...teared up, fallen then dried*
Defying the same rules that knowledge abides*
Laughter takes a strong will, but soon a basketcase*
I can handle the bitter truth...it's just the aftertaste...*
Respectable guises give way to pleasurable violence*
Decibles fall on deaf ears...immeasurable silence*
Elegant eyelids see pain...shiver and ache*
Watch deception breed destruction, wither and fade*
Poor souls weep eternal, the rich are the saved*
Saw Understanding leave swiftly...wish it had stayed*
Prophesies from false prophets, that bullshit's tired*
I love yous from out the mouths of compulsive liars*
Taken with salt, make it dissolve and quickly dismiss*
Emotion's no longer soluable...I simply exist*
A crippling kiss, fatal, a weapon's deceit*
Went out on a limb blindly...is Heaven in reach?*
Spread selfishness? Soaked up and kept it for me*
Defied triumph...sprawled out and wept in defeat*
Sorrowfully read the epitaph on the beautiful stone*
"Here lies our understanding"...our funeral home...*

So it is written...

[Saint]

Rogue Stranger)

Feels like I'm rippin through clothes, keep emcees on the tip of they toes*
I'm makin love to this mic through the most intimate prose*
The mind's orchestra strikes chords to stimulate the conscious*
It's melody is soothing but can't emulate the strongest*
Keep my eyes closed, create mellow flows through high tones*
Light's refracted through word prisms emphasized by Rogue and SciDose*
Symphony of the heart, verbs reflect my thoughts, I write notes*
Despite hopes of failure I strive to cite quotes*
Philisophical in nature with intelligence to fight foes*
'Dawn' of a new era, absorbin all light till 'night' shows*
Requiem of Passion's passive passes, in possession it triumphs*
Eloquent in speech and delivery, who can really defy us?*
And to think...fluent verses started within a clump at the wrist*
"Hand Canons" to rock concerts with people "pumpin they fist"
Articulate individual, spoken through bones, chosen to throne*
Relieving the tension of clustered mind waves broken in poem*
Disruption in the balance of the true...I focus on clones*
My style's a complete opposite of "dickriders"...I'm "holdin my own"*

(SCIS matters.....)

He without sin, in a glass house is the one throwing the stones.
Sci’s proggie molding the code ‘til the parity’s folding the flows.
Golden as Rome, built in a day with a pillar of rays,
that shine like limelight in a subliminal haze.
Still in the maze of life, each shade divides these lanes of mine.
A rat packed in like ASCAP for some cheese to chase the wine.
Each phase to climb, is a waste of time like Cold War lasers primed.
Castro de facto blast mode: Prime directive; limit your days to shine.
Praise divine wordplay of Sci, stuck in cuts like suction cups,
on to the stained glass of your soul, Fastening prose to the plushest cuts.
Kids need to snuggle up to that wooly mammoth on PBS
and “get up to Snuff.”
When’s enough, enough? You fuckin’ punks only last a nanosecond.
With topics of green, only “***he” ya got is when ya RAM refreshes.
Strands of blessings manifesting in the form of speech.
Darkness swirls in my heartless world and then dawn’s released.
Born to teach, Rogue and Sci vocalize and scorn the weak.
Roses deep in the asphalt, who mourn the thorns that creep.

So it is written...