Spoken Word by Acoupstix

i was gonna use this for a verse but decided to just put it out there as spoken word

lyrics:
sorry misses, i mistook you for my mistress,
and she know im gon spit this, till i get a witness
till i hit the hit list, get kids to kick this, like its specific to the how they live it
encrypted, but only past the the eperderm, miss
can i get another hit, im sure to cover scents,
with other prints, suffering, from something kin
to struggling to find your meant
i meant find the meaning, dreaming of dreaming
scheming of leaving, something less dope for something freely
beneath me, but please do not beseech me,
i have enough demons to chase me to the cement
lucifer let me be, truer words you wont see,
unless you looked up to me, and ask me what i want to be
i wanna be you, and i wanna be me,
and i wanna be whatever makes me feel free
like i wanna be you, and i wanna be me,
but i really wanna be come one with the breeze
but cold as the wind blows, is as cold i spit flows
but switch hoes to flip prose and mingle with rip pros
that means rhyme in peace, refined the speech
to find the leaks in minor feats
like i wanna be you, but i wanna stay me
and i wanna stay wherever they make fun of me
cause they wanna be you, but they wanna be me
so they throw cutlery cuz they cant get enough of me
so come and fill the glasses
raise em to your neighbors floor
singular, metaphor, of why we been expecting more
whats left in store,
prolly wind up on the clearance for
i fear for lores that unpeeled the core
then got miscontrued in the secret war
cause they wanna be you and i wanna be me
but can we find the common ground that which they always speak
like we wanna be you, but we wanna be me
and we aint ever gonna be what we were dreamt to be
so rock-a-by lady, grow to go crazy
moan and scream save me, just don't misbehave please
and for the sake of the hate the can't break me
lets take these rakes leaves and use em trace thieves
outlined devout minds who shout FINE
you're wrong im right and i walk the straight line
but the straight line takes time or atleast i heard through the grapevine
so these fake finds of quick salvation
are false freedoms that they must be taking
you must be mistaken to think you gifted me this prose
because i control the lobes that sit inside this dome
like they wanna be you but you don't wanna be them
so why you still pretend you do till the end

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