FLiP

I'MA Flip my priorities 'fore I spit my authorities.
Contemplate the majorities 'fore I underwrite their moralities.

Curb whomp and blaspheme my own for the sole sake to bend back the bone.
Watch the clean steam burn the skin.
Embrace the truth of my disfigurement.
To reveal the tones nothing is permanent.

But I still have sewn scars that dictate the permanence of my exponential consistence in the harvest of my betterment.

a lone forest I plant as a metaphor my state as a hip-hop punkrocker in search of the wandering home I can befriend.
My permanent residence.

No I cannot stop wondering what'll happen to the rest of me.
I shovel slop 'cause I know it's in the dirt I'll discover the best of me.
Know I don't care if it hurts.
Watch me spit rhymes even during intense torture delivered in spurts.
Set me on fire and before I can tire I will swing my head back and still show you my worth.

I live as I die.
I heal as I hurt.
I am high in the sky as I am brooding in the mirth.
Cursed but not hexed. Earless but not deaf.
Taken rhyme as a token
warmly stolen but not theft.
Bled out of quantity never of quality
never a haughty worry and no mess.
Sightless but still blessed.
I don't need to speak. I don't need to stress.
I'll slaughter a thousand to show you the creation that's LEFT.