My tongue may slip
And over words I trip
But that’s not the bit
I think matters
Cos conversation clatters
It makes and shatters
Leaves you complete and in tatters
Let’s speak
The peak of my speech
And the trench of my deeps
Won’t ever reach
Unless you get over
I think it brings us closer
Every abuse hits like it’s spose ta
Before make up throws ya
Into embraces kindness cannot
Got something to say, got a lot
Intended to shock
Want you completely knocked
And broken
Ain’t redeeming like you was hoping
Ain’t doormattery like when I was open
Ain’t nothing like your inner thoughts spoken
I’m over good impressions
Never learn any of my own lessons
Preach, always pressing
Spite God for the blessing
And only more stupid with age
Because my language has changed
So has the subject of my rage
Artless verdict turned my own face
But you’ve replaced that nicely
So I come to this spritely
Beat it dead only nightly
You’ve had enough, and rightly
But how to make gold dust of shit?
I think I’m so prophetic
Yet overthinking’s pathetic
And that’s not the bit
I think batters.
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 