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mr. silly flow - mic check. كلمات الأغنية

isolate
dice roll to spite the game
spit take
laugh the pain away
ice the shame until i’m numb
cupped hands for water drinking
need to hydrate
might win might not
cough and cough and cough
head full of rocks
no words come to mind
lost weight, on top of the eating habits
need an escape that’s not destructive
bitterness in my veins
plain jane craziness
i got no one to blame
but my choices and actions
gotta face the pain
i blame it on my genes
blame it on my brain
blame it on everyone else but mе
need to take responsibility for my decisions
my parеnts ingrained that in me
kind of risky parenting
telling a child to take the burden of every choice he makes on his back
jesus took lashings, i got whooped in the ass
matter of fact i got verbally blasted
and reminded that partial fault is an adequate enough reason to get beat at all
spare the rod spare the child
needed a parent that listens when i tell them i haven’t smiled in the last 6 months
tried to k!ll myself, and now that’s done to be blunt
bask in the light of morning sunshine
rose out the flame, burnt clothes and ashtrays
masked emotions, and cracked frames
lively face, lying, need the lord’s mercy and grace

rolling high, life’s a dice game
feeling low, what’s life without pain
ride the crest, till the wave breaks
take a breath, and then say a prayer
mic check
take a breath, say a prayer
mic check
take a breath, say a prayer

i see life as a gamble
bad choices make for good stories when i get older
testimonials only homies know for now
but honestly coming to terms with loneliness
and how i have to be my own man
can’t take the hand of a girl
sweep her off her feet
on the bottom floor with staircases of growth to approach
gotta take it slow. i have to take it slow
charisma out the gills
introverted to the seals
schisms of personality
spilled meals
gut_wrenching from advil
taken in a high dose
life reel plays over glazed eyes
in my bed. i lay facing the ceiling
spinning till the morning wake, then i cried
spinning like the ceiling fan, holding for the final plan
then i cried. then i cried
bask in the light of morning sunshine
rose out the flame, burnt clothes, and ashtrays
masked emotions, and cracked frames
lively face, lying, need the lord’s mercy and grace

calligraphy artist
neatly laid out thoughts on a canvas
of ornately constructed models
vibrations, coordination obscene
minding my manners no problem
solvent bottom feeder garbage
fast to spit ordained oblivious to weak stature
knowledge i give
parts of the heart out
open on internet fodder
red carded
tarnished collage of barely recalled memories
pastor, please pray for peace poor boy don’t play the chance
says my mind on freak out
torn up on the inside
matter of fact
problematic actions
dabble in the sins of man
mad that i portray positivity yet i yell when there’s no one there
impaired movement and shooting for a chance at the chair
who i am to stand tall heaven spared me the lair of spite
flames, evil delights
venomous bite, seething from the seals, parasitic glam
fighting for my life with myself in the mirror
sheer willpower driven by god_given plans
but human skin weathered;
scr_ped knees and palms bloodied
hold to god’s hand last hope
knowledge stolen from the tree
grand ill_strious visions of me but i can’t understand
i’m a minuscule man
barely sitting at the minimum d_mn

- mr silly flow

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