Blues, with an undercurrent of Hip Hop

So what do you do when it’s one of those days?

Torch every single thing that stands in your way

Mind clouded, swayed by the heat and the haze

Will burned, love spurned where there’s only hate

You’re lost past the point where you might just break

Words your worst weapon, your very soul’s at stake

Not a whole lot more that you can take.

Now you know it’s time to draw the line

And let go of these unrelenting rhymes.



  1. Never let go of the rhyme or the verse/Or curse free flows when your mind feels terse/what’s worse than abandoning the rhyme universe?/Might as well be the first to leave in a hearse

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