Expressions

 

I doubt I'm a lyricist

I'm no poet either

Nor am I a motivational speaker

But seeking for talent between these lines

I speak of my times, and plots 

Experiences and what I cook in my mischievous pots 

The expressions are my ruthless aggressions 

Passions turned into recreations 

Its like an era with collections of errors 

If counting you could include my terrors 

Maybe the prayers too, for the transgressions

A love letter to all my regrets

I encompass all including my targets 

Not enemies since I have none 

But my victims since I'm vermin 

As for the nemesis I say tough luck 

Only If there's any 

But Im certain in my childhood days I had many 

Now the man that  stands has many lines 

You cross one you pay fines 

That's why I don't use such labels 

To some they  painful 

Back in the dayz I would break tables 

Now I know I can't waste time, I handle it merciful 

The me back then would assault using chains

Throw stones and hide in drains 

If I couldn't box my way out 

I had homies to bail me out , they always knew how to get a knockout 

They say I've turned over a new leaf 

Its true I agree, now I don't do beef

Got no time to settle scores 

I just sweat out the rage that's why the skin got pores

But if you think you made of glass 

I urge you to watch your mouth because I'll break your face 

So it's a pleasure if we meet and got no pressure 

 Because I know i will give a good gesture