The Words (Freestyle)

Freestyles stick like decals, puts hair on your chest. The word's light shines bright, beating on the forehead like snares when you sweat. Suspended animation. Serpents and Rainbows. A voodoo hex. To who do you confess? Unless it's pressure and suspension. Pays at the finish like the pension. When the mission is to find yourself rinsing your hands of their blood. Scenes. Reflections in the eyes of Caesar's dove. We need that love. And she's that drug. Release that thug. And free your heart. She's the one with cancer and I'm feeling like I'm dying when we are apart. And she's my heart. Feeling like we've come so far. Need to feel her presence. Thinking of She when that songs on repeat in my car. Day dreams treat me like Christopher and Marty Mcfly. I'm another guy when I'm traveling through time. Holding on to my past, in hopes of molding my future. I'm battling with rhymes. If loving her is wrong, then I've gone Soprano. Let me handle the crime. I need to hear her on the other end of the line. She's the one who saw the talent when I sat on the pine. Loyalty meets fate. With that I'll pray she'll be back when she's fine. And my friends say forget her. It's something she never did. So why would I quit on her? Those words I've heard seem so absurd. You don't know what I go through or see what I do. You've never walked in my shoes. I feel like life's a public execution. Release me from my noose. Crucified. A thin line between you and I. Even though it seems wide, like Duke U. and high school. Holding America's promises, like Badu.

And I'm fooled by interpretations of my fate. Changing every day. Portrayed as Two-Face. 1999 and 2k. Wish I could see it clearly. DVD and Blue Ray. From the top to the bottom. The 94 Blue Jays. Every move is a gamble, rules inspired by Teddy Dupay. The masks you wear to hide imperfections of Self, like toupees. The truth's a new day. No time to waste time. My new phrase.

My defensive is offensive. Take my place in the line. Dark passages. Words that send chills down your spine. And I'm reaching a new phase. I'd rather read books and pray. Less time spent on the MySpace page. Gray lines create haze.

And some things don't make cents, like fighting the violence. An intense sequence. Too much noise in my head for silence. Menningitis inflicts the body, like my kindness is a virus. Wish I could leave it all behind. See the Caribbean and be with the pirates. Total package like Jessica Rabbit. Infidelity's ravaged the mind. Inhabitted by a lavish savage. It's words. The very fabric of our emotions.

Words master our lives.

----EOB.