::08:22:09::

::: freestyle vision #2 :::

Allow me to pause in the midst of this verse
to refresh this vision, so blessed is the curse,
to sacrifice the storyteller, for a ride in the hearse
on the way to the funeral, the death of poecia
silently communal they whispered
someday we'll go to see ya
but for now its just an empty gesture
buried in a lost cause
narcissistic tendencies create narcissitic pregnancies
immitating what truly was
measure for measure they severed the tether of tradition
a short sided gambit in exchange for more pleasure
these kids are all talk but can't listen
beacuse these kids never read the old masters game
their ideas come out in bold outrageous packaging
they think they're all different, but they all sound the same
these writers and their rhymes dont just beat the dead horse
they slit its fuckin throat and splatter blood around the course
they jump rope with its intestines,
throwing scaps to a hungry pelican
and canned the rest for future deadlines
so enjoy your sloppy gelatin

Written by: ~ Jesse Driscoll