Lyrical Liberation and the Stuff of Life

If you can't hear me it's because I'm nervous
Piece together words like this to stress a point
Kick back, relax, take in the ambiance, think, enjoy
To turn the knobs and let loose familiar sounds
Passing the bounds
Reaching a state of nirvana
The teen spirit is cleared
The smell of real life remains
My real life consists of rhythms and beats
Listen to those with lessons to teach
Now, I may be looked at as one of the loners
As I belt out the lyrics
“Why can't we not be sober?”
Forever will I stay locked behind the bars of my passion
The words they are shooting are everlasting
I cannot stray to the path of the normal something
Hard bass pumping
Flat bills
DC's
Deep V's
That is just not how I do things
I stay true to me as you're true to you
As true to you as to reveal a truth for others to view
Alice found truth behind her chains
I hear what she has to say
All in all I feel the same
Quote what was said
“If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead”
In a nutshell spit out the shit you've been fed
The music that spews from the box has got the
Words
Rhymes
And on helluva hard beat
That's neat and all
But what the fuck does it mean?
What the fuck does it mean?

Stream of consciousness

Begin with bullshit, and slowly let the ride begin as it twirls and whirls and flips over, with a sudden tenacity that only that one high guy could understand because "he has it like that". And all your friends will spin in circles as they dizzily try to unhinge your technique, unearth your purpose and expose the pure silliness that you so hastily slapped onto the page. It looks nice and messy, so why organize it with neat black and white lines so that everyone can grab on and begin to just let the currents take them in a way like mindless leeches. Purify your mind before doing this because if one decides to trek into the boundaries that is "the bottom of the barrel" with their soul scarred or unready, they will find themselves in a place familiar, but dark, belonging, but horrible. It is within these juxtapositions I ask you, yes you, spit out onto the paper and let your voice be heard. Free your mind in an exercise of stupidity and for god sakes, let the gospel be heard from the tip of your tongue.