So I’m heavy when I write.
Stay in the dark with a spark, all night; but
No gold - so nothing glimmers in the light.
Like an all leather belt, Not felt, loose:
Not like the noose, around my neck;
But the brain that tries to design,
This rhyme; is playing with half a deck.
Reciting verbatim in the rain, a New York state of mind
No Billy Joel in my soul, not a shred of artistic respect
Nostradamus, I predict, most too thick, for words to
resonate
And lyrical stick. – pause, for no reason like a rebel
without a cause.
Depth perception, in the monsoon season, the I`s out there
have no reception
Called Apathy, cause none are feeling me. The great
deception.
Fuck a depression, here`s a recession, an imprint
Ingrained in those who view, keeping it short, cause my
killings are few."
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
