Trap

[trap.]

Name: Trap
Reps: WB aka wife:beaterZ

Title: "The Perfect Storm."


weather abstains, the question remains, accumulation ?,
it never obtains an answer contained in soul-relation ...

writing for freedom ... enlightened with reason,
fighting the meaning, citing " can't change the season, "
told you before, i won't stop for no-one,
holding remorse my heart drops to someone,
my own son, weathering the cold and the pain,
die, sown, done, measuring a soul, holding the rain ...
... reversed into cold, icey temps crush the veins,
immersed, sins too bold, fiesty bitches touch the reigns,
the rope choking my throat, grasping my dying breath,
invoked, hoping i choke ...graphing the lies she left,
keeping the family structure-infa-red in design,
reaping, demanding, punctured ... into wedding divine,
a princess aligned, her hatred cast inside,
the whinces remind i break, bre(a)d w/ vast-kin pride,
even my mother figure is on the villianous side,
an its an up and down battle, like a coaster ride,
hold onto your seat ... theres an abrupt stop,
fold into retreat, the scared demand corrupt drops,
you used to control me, now you try and console me,
envisioning holy, how two cried when you souled me,
or sold thee, piece of our history, shrouded mystery,
behold me, seizing the misery, mounted individually,
cuz only you ... can take my life in your hand,
ya phoney truth, erased my sight, a sore demand,
invading my privacy ... yet i remain a man,
training my mind ya see, met an insane wo-man,

i walk around blanketing my sanity snow-drifts, i wonder ...
the chalk on the ground, dismantiling vanity, death becomes her.

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title: theres a bitch in all of us ...


or vice versa;


how do you tell your first love its through,
all the hardships and pain coincide with the true,
or the truth, which is, feelings never existed,
wish you the best, finished, don't get it twisted,
didn't enlist into your army, those hairbrained schemes,
mixing emotion w/ jim beam ain't repairing them dreams,
a friend can't be a lover, its the original sin,
one without the other ... feelings don't mix + blend,
too crazy to think, first love is captured by the trend,
you've known me seven seconds, now im ya boyfriend ?,
never then ... and clever trap, but whether thats the reason,
you still hold on, after the weather changed the season,
winter came and my heart held cold as ever,
i can't change, part no blame when our ties were severed,
so whatever ... can't call it, and my number unlisted,
changed my job and the locks, no more slumber or visits,
get a clue or take this message, its finally though,
its common sense, that the world can see the bitch n yoo ...

... part two, and heres where the drama unfolds,
apart from you, tears never fell when i closed ...
... the door upon your presence, hesitant in thinking,
some stormy night, knock upon my door, torn from drinking,
bring up the past ... drunken slur 'bout our last endeavor,
say i'll let you in, but close it fast and clever,
what second in this lifetime did you think i'd stop ?,
to let you tear my world apart, like the minute you plopped,
into my hands two years ago, that night you took my essence,
threw it in a blender, erased its soul and presence,
no more lies bitch, and no more feeble comebacks,
the attractions much different, plus the healings relaxed,
so much time and effort wasted w/ blinks of corneas,
at your funeral ... no one thinks of mourning-ya,
and thats a shame, and your to blame for meager actions,
shunning the ones you held close, such a vain reaction,
now the passions gone, from both our hearts innertwined,
saw clear for the first time, guess our love was blind ...

... so the lesson learned, always question feelings,
catch the meaning into what the inner souls revealing,
it could be telling you danger, not to get attached,
or maybe who you run into could be your perfect match,
either way stay focused, but we all make mistakes,
make sure the one who wrote this, never sees your face,
cast hatred aside don't bask on prudish sighs,
between your heart and thighs, is where foolish resides.


title: suture.

drastic measures pulled on plastic teathers, a coronation,
spastic weather leads to masks that sever the correlation,
'tween the cursed and the hearse, death becomes you,
a verse w/ numbing sensations, kept me from you,
succumb to ... the pressure of staying together,
some drugs lessen us, whether or knot ... the motivation,
remains strong, a sirens song captured my spirit,
the closer i get near it, a fog lifts and clears it,
creating the vivid image i mistook for lover,
dissapating a villains vintage i reclaimed another-
-way of thinking, IM THINKING ! ! are we all who we claim ?,
after facades and the lies, the barren truth remains,
and explains herself, exposing the wickedest deeds,
how shes trained on wealth, composing the sickness she breeds,
i reminisce on the past + carry on towards the future,
holding my heart in hand ... she took the scalpel and suture.

[trap.]

title: floe fore daze.

check the camera, flim the oncoming death,
wreck-n-damage-ya, with every exhaling breath,
such a mystery, how you came into my life,
rush the history, now im insane, sins my wife,
took a normal man, molded in your own fashion,
look, a formal dance, sold its poor lone compassion,
so your vanitys asking, if love exerts everlasting,
no whore, sanitys lapsing, shoves revert, never passion,
collapsing your infastructure, what it stood for,
an insignificant sucker, bullshit could endure,
hugs and kisses, replaced clean slugs and disses,
drugs from misses, chased mean mugs and stitches,
a vivid scene depicted, how you stole my heart,
the livid sheen seen pictured, held my soul apart,
never showed affection, you had placed the burden,
severed reflection, soon that erased for certain,
then the sun shines infinite, yet two show more blaze,
anyone can rhyme a minute, but who can flow for days ...



title: bluelights.

stop the presses ! arrest-this criminal guys,
cops impress us, investing lies into crimes,
but behind the times, fingerprints are useless,
what defines some lines, lingers far from ruthless,
teach us right from wrong so i can write the wrongs,
preach w/ fight and psalms, appreciate the plight in songs,
and the might in bongs, the activitys priceless,
fathers sight is gone, no nativitys righteous,
careless acts, result in lack of thought and tact,
bare this pact, the faultlines wroughten, cracked,
who really rules the world, creator or created,
silly schools are whirled, greater poor related,
poverty stricken land, while the rich are handed,
robbing the sickened man ... vile and wicked reprimanded,
will the sinning stop ? and who'll take the fall,
killer scamming cops ... stand, and you'll break us all ...

[Saint]

Absence of Movement f. Trap, i-84

mindwiZe::

trap-
the sky bellowed bright but something seemed off-kilter,
a whispering in my ear, couldn't put together the picture,
it filtered, into my eyes ... look, could i be dreaming ?,
everyone seems at a standstill, and yet im still breathing ...,
mirrored images, of elders and children alike,
statures frozen w/ faces featured in fright,
at first sight, it seemed like a vision occured,
or my vision blurred, this felt all so disturbed,
a child in mid jump, the rope seemed surreal,
but in mid thought, i felt her soul was unreal,
it unraveled ... then i saw an image of her own father,
beating her w/ that same rope, it didn't even bother-,
her that she was playing w/ that same toy of aggression,
took a look into anothers eyes and saw that same progression,
an old man, who'd battled on foreign lands,
but in himself, alzheimers had its own plan,
he could remember fellow soldiers, but not his own daughter,
or the feeling that both their souls were being slaughtered,
i touched her porcilene figure, put a hand on her shoulder,
dear child, standstill times forsee the eye of the beholder.

im sorry dad ... and my own daughter. damn ...


sime-
This world`s an odd puzzle..the solution is all muzzled,
is descention a graceful fall or a fall from grace that`s subtle?
Jaw open...appalled at the applause and the mess i saw,
that`s when i turned the volume down and pressed pause.
Flaws are self promoted, in the rat race they go unnoticed,
But when time stops, and my mind walks and views at slow-mo..
it`s like i take a photo...imperfections are yellin out...
Picture`s worth a thousand words...so i see in stereo.
Eyes been glued since, now sime zooms in...
And views a student formin the start of a revolution...
Later on he`ll write a book, for now he`s overlooked,
Future almost president, leavin the voter`s shook.
A motive looks to die if you don`t capitalize
Which is why i never tend to use capital i`s.
in still time, what i realize is fuckin with my mental...
it`s finally clear to me, that every second`s influential.
i hope to rest in pencils and peace, but until this man leaves,
i`ll learn from lessons like these, and never let my plan cease.


i-84-
i take this time out from life to comment on the past seasons
we all act reasonably decent but there's wack behaviors that are frequent.
like last weekend.... i took a stroll through the mall.
i almost drove through the wall, i didnt know who to call..
i took my glasses off, and experienced life in a different perspective.
misinterpreted directions, missing perfected reflections..
all of a sudden, i seen the handicapped of the world
i seen the folks who suffered stroke, and the downs syndrome girl..
i took some time to accept the disrespected human beings
who have to accept their disabilities and accept being mistreated
it got me heated... and i realized that i take things for granted
i dont appreciate the things i have and i cant understand it...
see, this world's a mix of things. everybody is different
sometimes we overestimate people, and think they're innocent.
or diligent.. but we wont look into their eyes
we cant see past our own selves, let alone hear their cries
or feel their tears coursing down their faces racing to face things
we just sit back and live our life, in our own mother's basement.


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