Weapon of Choice - S.T.I.C.S

Since the age of young

I’ve been sentenced to writing

But until now, no echoed sound of repentance

Because I’ve found through striving, that nothing, is new… under the gun

Squint, hiding from the sun, blink

Staring point blank down the barrel of a ballpoint pen on a blank page… run

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Enraged by the place where I aim my t.

h-ink weapon with what I’ve felt pen

So I can, freely feel and free them, celebrate my freedom, feed them what I

gained from treason, that contained the reasons why I stayed disbelieving to

this day…

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So dismayed, so this may compare to a thousand bare feet running that choose to

bear arms

Hugging they’ll be scared from the love in how we harm

From the lack of options you see, there’s a certain charm in destruction

Of crooked corruption, so I’m looking to pop some, like me driving cupid riding

shotgun, Often

Rocking, my amor with armour, seen on ceilings scraping clouds

They wonder what he’s feeling when he’s high…

Off from the ground

Paper cuts from full magazines, load up another round!

And eyes sharp, like desert eagles…

See how far we’ve come now

Let me run down the list, let them stack their flaws

Til' it’s unsteady, and were ready to clap… Applause

Want to reign, not like confetti

Let us spray on facades

Let us pray in the Serengeti, animalistic AND psalms!

Wild life, Wild cards

Hold hope with my palms

And craft blood letters to love, I can send your regards

Loose cannon looking for his equal

Can’t' in this regard;

disregard all my people, or the God

Or the evil, that’s the cause

That seeks to seize the souls that aren’t ours,.

This disease, looks deceive

Look to perceive through question marks

My wh-eyes?

Testify, that the step hurts

Under nails — get dirt

Then push ‘em off the edge, because they’re boring us

Pledge for what it’s worth

Prep work for the coroners

Picking up pushed up flowers, counting hours as a youth

Chewed food for thought from my contem-plate

So I knew that money is the root

Bigot-trees bearing fruit

Can’t hang around like a noose when the stars start to shoot

But I waited

Hanging on the corner of my writers block, braiding crosshairs

Across.

With cold feet and firearms, ranting at the moon, weep

Soon we’ll be free, when we dare, dream when we’re awake… and not sleep

Dodge a full e-clipse, from sheep, they’re not me

With wool over their eyes and pink lips

Pink elephants, pink clouds, pink pills and pink slips!

Riddle your body and riddle me this

You may reject it, but, how can you expect it not to trigger my wits?

So lets bet… gamble with your life

Write insight on a hollow tip, inside a hollow wish, reluctant roulette

Thoughts might spread on the parquet and the ceiling, with feelings of regret.

Not knowing we were next for the killing

Not knowing WE were next for the killing!

So, whisper are you willing to throw your eggs in one basket?

With one leg in the casket you might dig your own grave

So tell me while you’re waiting…

Would you rather be a knight for Satan… or serve God as a slave?

Are you afraid?

To be called a Va-J if you don’t cock back

Masculinity, lost track, the problems engraved

Into infinity into our DNA and soon in epitaphs

Enslaved by the paths by which we’re getting cash

Some so engaged and soon in phoney matrimony

But they don’t own me

Pour out molten lead in their heads for all their dead homies!

And put them on display

On parchment and discs played, they started this, this rage

We’re the ones kept in our chambers revolve with dangerous distaste

They’re afraid of the fists raised

We’ll keep calling it our lives, till they call it a day

No time to waste breathing embrace the remedy

O.G had (Oh, jihad), a reason to fight the enemy, self

Take a gander when I slay and slander

So O. G

Original grammar, standard

Incite riots drop giants like goliath it’s a habit…

Because my rock don’t stop like David with an automatic!

Face the quo of status with tools

Won’t bury the ratchet, squeeze, misconceptions, fool

Don’t plead

Slugs like these feed on salt tears when they breed false fears

1 Rule, F control

Everything we write is bold

Curse and cursively sign under the line so the real is retold

In spite of this spite

Day and night I’ll fight

I will write at insight

And I will write at will

There’s no stopping me, we

Buying time, on a shopping spree

Glad to be stuck in the pen, but

Never under g-lock and key

So let them be puzzled, condemning that violence occurs

But not lending a hand or a loan, while we’re muzzled with silencers

May we fend for our own, defending our homes and our honor

And I’ll scream until I can reclaim our throne

So I’m gonna down shots of canister poems

Let’s flood, red blood, shed love

Never met us, people of our caliber

That own their own goals, scopes and aims

So we’ll lose our minds before we lose hope, untamed

Can’t swallow our sharp tongues because we’d slit out own throats

The game is but a hoax, not random

See the phantoms and ghosts

That aren’t expected to be fathomed

As the grim reaper wreaks havoc

There’s profit in death left

It’s cheaper to keep addicts and reap oil

Dispose of peeps like plastic

From jobs get fired but we kick back and recoil

Whips crack and damage the backs of every

Average

Civilized savage but we can barely manage

And we toil on this soil for status and wages that are minimized

We waited ages to surprise the enterprises

Surrender disguises when we enter with an iron clutch

Holding clean hands stainless to the touch

It’s time to claim this moving front and back with ease

We’re back to speak and it’s ironic how they freeze when we’re packing heat…

Bust a Caps Lock, focus, on cash crops pouring locus

Direct a magnum opus not to seize but free the moments

Because I’ve seen all the tactics being deceitful is practice

Axis of evil have access will seek you, and lead to

Capital backlashes

Because they have an inert ability to lie about your assets

So Imagine dragons breath breathing down your neck

Free-lance a lot reflect on the answers that you get!

Soon and faster we got wounds to plaster, promises to keep

So we can be our own masters…

…So we can be our own masters

And I’ll gladly, use, my piece

I will… use

My

Peace