Tip of my tongue
What I cannot say
The grip I once had
Has been slipping away
Making me nervous
And quite a bit afraid
Whether or not I am brave
Life proceeds anyway
I don't know how long
It's gonna last
I don't know since when
It's been this bad
Gripping my chest like
It's gripping me back
Wrote this out on paper
But then ripped it in half
No control z no fixes to that
Wish you could see my mind
Where the picture intact
Made of space for the future
And bits of the past
Try to cherish all of it
The happy and sad
But the weight often hurts
Like the earth on my back
Mean what I say
Won't ever take it back
Need to pump the brakes
Before we watch ourselves crash
You could read it on my face
If you could see me through the mask
Can't copy me I'm too
Great a design
But the state of my mind
At the sharpest decline
Almost feels like I keep falling behind
Of myself of the world of reality
And life
Keep having thoughts I
Do not like
Keep my open eyes wide
No sleeping through the night
Up still at dawn bout to
Refill the pipe
As I write so concise
The most priceless of lines
First thing I need to decide
Which of my blurry vague thoughts
To define by
Drilling more mines through my
Brightness and smarts
Impart from my heart
Leave my mark
Quoting Marx
Voltaire Slap professor
Master class of this art
Rapping like Hendrix
Or Clapton guitared
Used to chill at shows at
The back of the bar
Till they call for my set and
They clap from the start
What I cannot say
The grip I once had
Has been slipping away
Making me nervous
And quite a bit afraid
Whether or not I am brave
Life proceeds anyway
I don't know how long
It's gonna last
I don't know since when
It's been this bad
Gripping my chest like
It's gripping me back
Wrote this out on paper
But then ripped it in half
No control z no fixes to that
Wish you could see my mind
Where the picture intact
Made of space for the future
And bits of the past
Try to cherish all of it
The happy and sad
But the weight often hurts
Like the earth on my back
Mean what I say
Won't ever take it back
Need to pump the brakes
Before we watch ourselves crash
You could read it on my face
If you could see me through the mask
Can't copy me I'm too
Great a design
But the state of my mind
At the sharpest decline
Almost feels like I keep falling behind
Of myself of the world of reality
And life
Keep having thoughts I
Do not like
Keep my open eyes wide
No sleeping through the night
Up still at dawn bout to
Refill the pipe
As I write so concise
The most priceless of lines
First thing I need to decide
Which of my blurry vague thoughts
To define by
Drilling more mines through my
Brightness and smarts
Impart from my heart
Leave my mark
Quoting Marx
Voltaire Slap professor
Master class of this art
Rapping like Hendrix
Or Clapton guitared
Used to chill at shows at
The back of the bar
Till they call for my set and
They clap from the start
( Voltaire Slapadelic )
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