Roman Is As Roman Does - Themselves

The only heart in hell

A to the O to the R to the T to the A

To the blade of the day and the stay of decay

Left embedded when I’m deaded

In the sing bone poem stone of say

Push it…

Sun moon sickle

To endeavor of old

It goestake take take

In the 200O

We more off order of importance to the human code

More hollow Modern motto for the walk dead toll

And Into the narrows we March…

You want it more barren and stark

These children don’t have hero’s

And they’re liking the dark

Has the uppercase I so stoned the heart

I’d rather someone steal my hands

Than lay theirs red on my art

Must one make poem to fist

Then put rest to wish and resolve to

Wouldn’t daughter in a gutter like this…

So can one shatter as a vessel in a world of shell

If so, I only heart in hell…

Did Ya rip it

Did ya burn it

Did ya hear it when you heard it…

Is you is or is you ain’t bright light

In that broad dark of the trite

And all things blues thief in the night

Unsober soldier of the stereotype

Are you abuse of flesh blood and the mic

Filling out a hollow with life

Or is this to you

What rap had always sounded like…

Prey tell, How does it feel to fold

Selling not man but the mold

For another long lick of the coal

And in the wake of such, waste no breath

One must you see my science is death

How death?

More deathful than the sicking of this world on an infant…

More deathful than the waste of freezing meaning in instant…

So Do you just shell or do you only heart in hell

Tell me

Wealthy singster prey, tell…

Does the great white sugeknight above you

Comb your hair while I hell…

I hell…