Xpression.v2

My Bible of Rebellion (11/21/2005)

I wouldn’t even know to breathe if it wasn’t for rhyming
A pen prick to bring to me my heart beating and timing
Those times that you can’t find me, I’ll be next to the pen
Both of us pouring ink ’til the cracks in us mend
Then we pack it in cement and give it a title
Another page for you to read, my biographical bible
Every line is a recital of something from deep inside me
It’s not smut or fucking libel, it’s just me and my mind, see?
But why did you it Chris? Why’d you speak that way?
Cause it’s the way I fucking felt and you better believe my pain
There’s no way that I see to change the world all around me
So I have to take it in before the weight of it drowns me
Though, the way that you found me, was horribly sounding
I only cursed her out to break the hurt that would constantly bound me
Simplistically sounding is the way that I write shit
And the healing doesn’t care whether or not you all like it

Whoa, let me slow it up and show a little compassion
Let me gain all my composure and speak in this fashion
I should show appreciation for the fact that you feed me
All the lies that I need to give you more rhymes for reading
So when I hit the ceiling, I’ll remember to thank you
Instead of using words to simply turn on you and shank you
We should all keep our daggers hidden deep in our closets
Because nobody cares to see somebody who’s honest
No, you only want polish and a sense of perfection
Though it’s a sign of regression to show a hint of rejection
So fuck my disgression and just assimilate to maturity
And let go of the hate, the only thing that is pure to me

Well, I hate to break the news, but I’m not going to buy it
This sense of rebellion is nothing I should keep private
It makes me feel vibrance when you can only see misery
And the loss of the feeling would assuredly finish me
So stop staring and hitting me and trying to end this
Every single breath that I breathe is a silent new sentence
You can put up you fences and use all your anonymity
But I know what is precious, the only skill that is fitting me

Notes: Technically, it’s a little rough around the edges, but I’m only breaking out of another writer’s block slump. The piece itself is about the feeling of rebellion, while I also take some time to highlight (a little) how the people who usually complain about my writing are the ones who usually inspired it in the first place. Just something different from me.

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