Xpression.v2

Joy Ride Frank (3/13/2006)

I’ve been feeling this inside, it’s a vibe I can’t describe
An emotional device designed to hide my pride
It likes to cloud my mind with a fear that’s so contrived
This irrational anger that’s alive behind my eyes
But I keep it so disguised, it’s hidden but not a lie
I can feel it bubble up but I keep this lid on tight
Cause it’s never worth the fight unless you spark the light
Though you’re standing near the switch that illuminates the night
The beams to start it right and to flicker on my aggression
I hold in possession, this lack of self disgression
This verbal progression that can border on perfection
No sense of direction as I spray my lone obsession
Cause you crossed my intersection without taking a gander
And now I can banter and slam you with my slander
I’m the leader, the cantor, the man with this talent
Who’s calm in his balance when he scribbles with malice
And sips from the chalice and dines from the salad
Dressing for the words that I deliver with callous
The words, never fallous, just my honest contraption
To bring satisfaction when I spill out my passion
A response, my reaction, retaliation with style
I’ll even dive in the pile to ressurect the last mile
And to bury this child, who likes to play juvenile
Cause every record’s on file, I’ll desecrate you, I’m vile
I’ll dessimate you at trial, cause I hate with conviction
It’s the latest addition to this hateful edition
This fateful position of always boiling right over
In such a playful depiction as the joy ride is over

Notes: Quick moving, smooth rhyming call out to every god damn guido punk who always tries the same lame game. On a deeper note, it discusses some of my complacency, which has been a common topic, as of late. This time, though, the pure emotion wins out and bursts through over the laid back, uncaring person I’ve been in recent weeks.

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