here i lie waiting to die. a soldier a pugilist a samurai. being the greatest warrior known to man
with the best biggest bellowing bellicose war cry. quick to step on toes low blows and gouge eyes
for i don't care in fact the thirst for blood shed matches my blank glare
which wouldn't blink twice at a carcass ridden with flies.
love compassion intimacy any social interaction slipping the more my sword takes action.
how could this happen?
human beings or should i say being human is running
away from primal urges before it consumes them.
but me i run to it
the fire in my veins flow so fluid
and what others look at as mistakes i meant to do it.
and you. All of you! who are you to judge me?
pimps to the whores drug dealers to the zombies
riddle with scabs and sores well aware of their poisonous actions
still willing to trade their last values for more.
or even better those who struggle paycheck to paycheck
scrounging the last pieces of their self respect
to make a mask to cover the acknowledgement of redundant nonsense
they do for red cent in hope that nobody else will know of it.
i am a warrior. with no paint i need no shield no Armour nor mask
so that when i behead you thee irony of which makes me laugh.
but believe it or not i didn’t always feel this way.
but i cant tell if it has been years to years
months to months weeks to weeks or days to days
time packed away as clay for a road i paved behind me.
for i once was once infatuated in love
enamored with something so tender never lost its joy
always there caressing me possessing power energy
that would make me sweat no matter how cold when the world left me lonely.
but when i lied and tried my hardest not to even though
i had already realized that even this person place or thing
this any person any place or with anything
was just as tainted and riddled with strings like everything else I...
i lie here waiting and wanting to die
around bodies upon bodies covered in their blood
I'm buzzin buzzin like the flies that drink the blood
of somebody who could have been my couzzzin
buzzin hell there’s dozens of bodies
that could have been my sister brother mother
father ants uncles grandmother grandfather.
cry why bother im buzzin
so now i feel this way and now the clay i pack away
day by day months to months years to years years to beers beers to tears tears to fear.
as i lie here waiting and wanting to die i lie
I could run i could jump i could swim i could fly
but I lie. I lie because i wont die i cant die
because i am immortal tales of my self righteous carnage will be here forever.
Born and raised in the evergreen pastures of Everett Wa outside Seattle.
MadShroom Mc is the cofounder of the
Hip Hop collective Black Magic Noize, beat crew Filthy Fingers United, and the host of the freestyle competition The Lyric League.
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