my best friend and fellow creator, Brian (aka “mimic(er)”), created this beat with one of my joints in mind.
Brian’s organic production paired flavourfully with my filth turned out to be somewhat palatable.
Lemme know what you think, it’s me.
my best friend and fellow creator, Brian (aka “mimic(er)”), created this beat with one of my joints in mind.
Brian’s organic production paired flavourfully with my filth turned out to be somewhat palatable.
Lemme know what you think, it’s me.
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First time back at the Acid Vault since the pandie… Had to drop some filth while i was there
She smiles and giggles at how i repurpose my shirt ties into handcuffs and a blindfold with some basic knotwork.
She’s bound, tied and blind but not fearing for her life.
Curled toes and moans followed by grins indicate the reaching of a limit.
Excitement takes ahold and what escapes me looks like ropes across her body.
Further securing the visual bondage.
Yoga with my other half tends to turn sideways
when my concentration is kidnapped by her arched body.
There’s no snapping back to reality
once i’m locked and staring at her “Happy Baby.”
I’m breathing heavy in downward-dog
and bark at her cat call.
She digs deep for the stretch
and i’m trying to make mine less obvious,
because my cobra won’t stay low
when she’s wide-legged and bending forward.
It’s a hinder to go lower and i envy how limber she as she folds.
‘Cause I’m on all fours bearing a puppy’s pose and
wishing to say “hello”
like dogs do with they nose…
Unwind with glasses of wine, feel fine
talk of the past and share laughs.
Once you’ve broken the seal
one tends to reveal and release.
Secrets leak out and the truth
fights to vomit out the mouth.
BLACK OUT
Red red wine stained lips whisper
“I’m fine, just going to bed.”
Eyes closed and reopen,
I’m floating in a blood red ocean.
Exhausted and trying to stay buoyant,
nose above water,
in a panic as my jib fills with fluid.
I’m coughing,
I’m drowning…
Pulled up from my shirt
I regain sight of light and
see that my Burmese queen had saved my life.
“Are you okay?” she cries.
Covered in the red red wine we used to unwind.
My life is like a quarry, where what’s valuable is dug deep, underneath this thick crust-skin
Those who dare mine the gold in my mind, declare it to be extraordinary
Though most seek the jewels & glory of saying they took what’s good from me
Like a fool I stoop low for letting another abuse me.
NO MORE
For I am the generator of this diamond-like energy
I must have responsibility, to share my love with only those that are worthy.
Now, go out there n tell my story for it’s the only way I’ll keep living
Even when I’ve returned to the essence.
They say that you’re one of the few that doesn’t make you drool in pain when you’re far away
Some claim that you’re a miracle that can cure the hysterical without any repercussions to one’s mental health
I say that though that may be true, let’s not ignore that most of us abuse you
Acting like a fool when i’m in the clouds dancing with you, i can see why most just use you to “feel good”
I’ve noticed that i’m still the same person, even when you’re gone.
The days I’ve spent away have helped me understand that you’re just my crutch
Supporting me up because i haven’t worked on myself enough
To be honest the only withdrawal you have is boredom
The sensation you make me feel when i pull hard on the inhale takes my mind away
Thoughts stray and i’m chipper you say but only when under your trance
With the burning bush, I push through, but you see a difference in me when you distance yourself from me
I’ve noticed that you steal my appetite when I’m not with you
Making it hard for me to eat and i can admit defeat, but why must i need you in me to feel complete
Is there something suffocating in the dense smoke that i toke?
I can’t believe that I’d be the one claiming dependency to thee
Or am i just too afraid to face the devil that stares at me in the mirror?
A grand daddy purple band-aid is what i place over the scars that are keeping me awake
Indica indications notify me when i need to choke the pain
The sativa smiles i give are just a facade
Because reality is, i feel like i’m living through life like a fraud.
Am i really as “high” and mighty as you make me feel? I’m starting to question if i really need you
Time flies by and i feel like i’m floating
when i’m tethered to this queen that keeps my heart moaning.
I didn’t think that i’d be smitten again
and acting romantically,
but believe in me when i say
that this sensation is extraordinary.
The doubts i once had in the past are now laughed at
for their insecure innocence
and dismissed for light has been shed on it’s surface.
A clean slate to make,
create and let our minds escape.
Two hearts thumping like one and
two minds working together
take over the world and collect paper.
A flame in my heart is burning through my chest
and my stomach churns from the butterflies fluttering within.
The dark smut that was in my sights
has been wiped and my mind is clean,
precise and pristine.
I’m in love with life.
I’m in love with myself and
most importantly i’m starting to love everyone else.
No longer am i turning sour from the unknown variables that surround.
Because my heart and mind are now aligned.
Time to go out there and take whats mine.