Got Myself A Pen - Odd Ounce

Got Myself A Pen
Odd Ounce

I've got half a mind to break your mind in half
Split your back and spine down a line and snap
End the connection between your right and left
Two parts of your brain you've recited to death
I've heightened my left with a mike to impress
These lopsided heads, dead right in the mess
Write words to the nerds, inviting the best
Of intellectual minds then I'm fighting the rest
no matter how I write this I sound the brightest
Self proclaimed like I'm a proud elitist
Looking down with the slightest feeling of regret
That I never opened up to get a key to connect
I ignored the people while I was feeding my head
But there's no turning back, I don't need your respect
I don't need your pathetic trying to be sympathetic
I'm comfortably deadened so empathy, forget it
I'm alone but I can cope, here's all the truth
This isn't loneliness, this is solitude
I'm just self aware about my long hell fight
The good news is sad songs sell right

(chorus)
woke up this morning, got myself a pen
I put the pen to the pad and then
like a shot to the head through an optic lens
or a scope that hopes to lock them in
literary murder then drop them dead
But it's never the first weapon of words
Woke up this morning

I need to be told that the freeze and the cold
Won't evolve into mould that feeds on the soul
There's an omen that awaits when I open my eyes
If I know that it's day then I know what it hides
The light shines bright through the window pane
Took a second to adjust 'til the info came
To my dim slow brain, but it's okay
'cause I'm holding up the game with a lift tow chain
It's so simple to say, I'm off my track
I've accepted my fate as an insomniac
So as I lie awake, it all comes back
The previous night and the thoughts that I had
The twisted metaphors of a twisted head of course
There's screws in my brain, rivets bedded in my soars
Depending on the warmth, I'd regret it even more
I lifted up and fell from the bed onto the floor
I'm tripping on a score that I came up with before
Words I repeated 'til I made it to the morn'
Now it's here, set in gear, I need to find a pen
'fore my mind forgets the line and then the rhyme is dead
Fed up with life but instead of a knife
Solving all my problems, getting ready to strike
I'll bring incredible height writing venomous scores
You've heard of the story with the pen and the sword
(chorus)

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Got
• Myself
• Pen
• Odd
• Ounce
• Rap
• Rhyme
• Over
• Rapper

[mashsnow6]

Fuck Yeah sick shit man.

[thugsondrugs]

need to get your self a mic

[RuggedObscure]

yo I'm telling everyone I know about you

[RuggedObscure]

this you first song? dope!

[pillsbury1010]

2:01 is TWISTED YO!!

[Revrin743]

ey i LIKE this,man.keep it up,dawg.wuts the name of th original song this beat's from?

[NaSismename]

nice lyrics man

[martitta208]

good song! :)

[AbbottSupreme]

Very good concept, lyrically you got mad potential, and your influences are some ill musicians. Keep on doing ya thing man. That's Hip-Hop love. Hold it down!! One/Bless