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rosemary

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posted Monday, December 04, 2017 2:29:50 PM    Click Here to See the Profile for rosemary
This one was an abstract rap I made without a beat when I was extremely worried about a personal situation. It's sloppy and not at all artistic, but I thought the scatterbrained nature of it might be interesting for others to read.

I can't trust you.
I feel like a stranger in your bedroom.
Am I fucking you -- Or who's banging who?
I have no Earthly idea.
Look through the window and I can see 'em.
Faceless apparitions are causing me visions,
Clouding my decisions.
Need to cut my life into divisions --
Emotional and not,
Just shove it all in one box,
So I can deal with it later.

I still have the feeling,
That you're dipping and stealing,
I'm just healing, and I feel it --
Insignificant shit,
That's all it is at first,
Then I see you driving around in the back of his hearse,
And I feel it like I did the first.

Are you fucking him? 'Cause I believe it.
The law's the only thing keepin' me from a fit.
Am I not a bad enough fucker?
A passionate lover?
What made us go against each other?
What made you seek out another?
What made you just deem me a sucker?
Especially when your family saw me as a brother.

Is it your conscience, lust, or greed?
Because right now, all three are killing me.
Doubt and mistrust is all I can see --
Need to sit on a mountain and scream out my plea,
But unanswered questions are all I can see.

But the worst part is the not knowing,
The feeling like I'm stuck just not growing,
Just stuck just misery-flowing,
To the thought of you out ho-ing.
Try to call my friend on the string,
So he can try and mend all my dreams,
Maybe set fire to the innocuous beings,
Like alien-visitor light-beams,
A silly memory from a childhood visit,
When I knew Luke Skywalker couldn't miss it --
Fate wouldn't permit it.
Pulled the trigger and lit it.
The Rebellion was saved --
A great result of his mystical grace,
A saber in hand, no longer a bastard nutcase.
But I can't let that joy displace the disgrace,
of knowing your partner's playing a new type of race,
Looking on the block for new guys to chase.

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