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FLOWMASTER 2007

FLOWMASTER 2007

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A huge ass freestyle, one of the longest I ever wrote! All off the top of my head. It was the first poem I wrote to kick off the year 2007.......
A huge ass freestyle, one of the longest I ever wrote! All off the top of my head. It was the first poem I wrote to kick off the year 2007.......

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Published by: Joe on Apr 24, 2010
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"FLOWMASTER 2007"I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT,BECAUSE I NEVER PLANNED IT,MY EXISTANCE ON THIS PLANET,SO WHY DO I TAKE LIFE FOR GRANTED?INSTEAD I PROCEED TO DAMN IT,WIRES IN MY INTERSTATE TRANSIT,ARE LOOSE, INTERFERRING WITH MY BRAIN'S TRANSCRIPT,I'M LOSING THE GRIPS,ON MY LIFE, WATCH MY THOUGHTS OF TRIPS,IS THIS IT?IT DOESN'T APPEAR LEGIT,CAN WE REPLAY THE SKIT?I THINK SOMEBODY EXCHANGED THE CLIPS,THAT'S WHY, IT UNWRAPS, SUCH AS THIS,OH SUCH BLISS,SEALED WITH A KISS,AS I SHOUT BECAUSE I'M PIST,WHY DO WONDERFUL GIFTS,BECOME SUCH AWFUL TRICKS?MY MIND NOW DRIFTS,AS REALITY ENTERS WITH SWIFT KICKS,AND ALL WISHES AND DREAMS SLOWLY SHIFT,LEAVING MY BODY LIFELESS, COLD, SO STIFF,I NEED THE ANTIDOTE TO GIVE MY BODY A LITTLE LIFT,BECAUSE I HAVE NO MORE ENERGY TO GIVE,ALL I HAVE ARE MY WORDS, SO HAND THEM DOWN TO YOUR KIDS,BUT WILL GOD ONLY FORBID?AND NOT ALLOW ME TO UNLID,WHILE COMDEMMING ME FOR SOMETHING I NEVER DID!TOO LATE, THE CANDLE WICK IS ALREADY LIT,I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT SHIT,I WILL CONTINUE MY FIGHT, NEVER WILL I QUIT,I'M IN THIS GAME, FOR THE LOVE OF IT,STANDING ON THIS FOUNDATION THAT I BUILT,SHOWING NO SIGNS OF WEAR OR GUILT,PROCEED, I WILL,KEEPING IT REAL, STILL,WITH WORDS SO WICKED AND ILL,ZONED OUT, ON THIS POETIC PILL,I'M GOING TO KEEP TURNING THE WHEEL,AS I REVEAL,THE RAW DEAL,I USED TO CONSEAL,OUT TO THE PEOPLE,TO STAY FAR FROM THE EVIL,OF THE ILLEGAL,UNDER THAT STEEPLE,TO STAY CLEAR OF THE HEAT, Y'ALL,I NEED TO STAND TALL,NO TIME TO TURN COWARD AND CRAWL,I'M GIVING YOU MY ALL,NOT MY FAULT, IF I FLAWL,WHILE I FALL,IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW,I MADE MY BEST CALL,BASED ON WHAT I SAW,NOT MY FAULT, IF I PICKED THE LAST STRAW,
 
IT'S NOT EASY BEING RIGHT ON THE BALL,TRYING TO KEEP MY BALANCE, SO NO TIME I'LL STALL.IT'S A NEW ERA, A NEW AGE,LOOK AT YOUR TERROR, FROM THIS GAUGE,AS I SCARE YA, WITH EACH TURN OF THE PAGE,FIGHTING WITH FLARES, AT THIS WAR, I ENGAGE,BOTTLED AND PINNED UP, ROARING RAGE,WHILE PLAYING MY PART ON THIS STAGE,I WANT TO BREAK OUT OF THIS JAILING CAGE,AND GO THROUGH THE DOOR OF FREEDOM, OVER THERE SO WHITE AND BAIGE,BUT I BETTER STAY PUT, JUST IN CASE,THE BODYGUARD GETS IN MY FACE,AND SPRAYS MY EYES WITH PEPPER OR MASE,HOW AM I GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE?PANIC ATTACK ARRISES, MY HEART RACES,BOY, I HATE SUCH SMALL SPACES,SIGNS OF INSANITY, I SENSE THE TRACES,MIND ON THE RUN, BRAIN THOUGHT PACES,DENIAL REMAINS, WITH EGO DISGRACES,RUNNING OUT OF TIME, SO HARD TO FACE THIS..................ALL I GOT IS THIS PAPER AND PEN, AT HAND,THE ONLY WAY TO COPE WITH THIS BIZARRE LAND,I'M NOT USED TO THIS, I PERFER MY OWN BRAND,AS I DRAW CIRCLES IN THE SAND,I CAN'T COMPREHEND, WHY I DON'T UNDERSTAND,WHAT SOCIETY DESIRES AND DEMANDS,PULLING ME APART, PAINFULLY STRAND BY AGONIZING STRAND,AND,I WONDER IF THE END IS NEAR,I PONDER ON THE DAY THAT YOU FEAR,I SEE THE FUTURE, MUCH MORE CLEAR,STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELT AND STRAIGHTLY STEER,BEFORE YOUR BOAT LOSES TRACTION AND CRASHES INTO THAT PIER,BETTER STOP DRIVING WHILE DRINKING ALL THAT BEER,WITH DRUNKEN THOUGHTS AND SOBER TEARS,TO ME, THAT'S HOW LIFE SEEMS TO APPEAR.HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY,ARE YOU, THE FOOL I ENVY?OR JUST A WHIRLPOOL OF FOOLISH FRENZY?EXCUSES FOR YOU, I HAVE MANY,BUT I THINK YOU ALREADY HAVE PLENTY,FIVE? TEN? FIFTEEN? TWENTY?DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH MONEY?I DON'T, CAN I BORROW SOME HONEY?NOT TRYING TO BE FUNNY,I'M HERE! WHERE DO YOU WANT ME?COME BACK! DON'T RUN FROM ME,AND LEAVE ME BEING THE DUMMY,AND LEAVE MY DAY SO CRUMMY,WITH HURT IN MY TUMMY,I NEED SOMETHING YUMMY.TIME FOR THE NEXT EPISODE,BYE, BYE, NISSAN, MY CAR GOT REPO'D,NOW I'M STUCK IN THIS BATTLING MODE,LAVA FILLED NOTIONS, NOW EXPLODE,AS I STILL THE OCEANS, AND AS ISLANDS CORRODE,
 
AND AS I INFECT YOU WITH POTIONS, OF THIS POISONOUS TOAD,I WILL STILL WALK DOWN THAT WINDING ROAD,I WILL STILL CONTINUE TO CARRY MY OWN LOAD,WITH MY SPIRIT HIGH, BUT HEAD DOWN LOW,REACHING MY GOALS, BUT EVER SO SLOW,HOW FAST SHOULD I GO?MOVE FASTER? I DON'T KNOW,DOESN'T SEEM THAT LONG AGO,WHEN I COULD CONTROL MY OWN FLOW,BUT NO!SUCH FEELINGS, SO UNSPEAKABLE,PEAKS OF MOUNTAINS, NOT REACHABLE,LEAKS OF FOUNTAINS, NOT RESEALABLE,THE BEAST IS WILD, CAN'T KEEP THIS BULL,SO SIT BACK ON YOUR STOOL.DOWN TO THE NITTY GRITTY,PUTTING DOWN MY VERSES, WITH NO PITY,KING OF THE CITY,HEAD OF THE COMMITTEE,UNSTOPPABLE, CAN YOU GET ME?YOUR STYLE, IS LIKE A COMDOM, THAT DOESN'T FIT ME,ON FIRE SINCE THE MATCHSTICK HIT ME,NOW I'M SO HOT, SINCE IT LIT ME,NEVER WILL YOU FORGET ME,HASN'T BEEN THE SAME, SINCE YOU MET ME,BUT DON'T SWEAT ME,JUST BE HAPPY I'M ON YOUR TEAM,THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, IT'S NOT A DREAM,NOW WHAT COUPON WILL YOU REDEEM?GOT YOU THINKING, THINGS AIN'T WHAT THEY SEEM,AND ROW, ROW, ROW, YOUR BOAT DOWN THAT SECRET STREAM.YAKITY YAK,DON'T TALK BACK,OR YOUR SKULL I'LL CRACK,YOUR WHOLE STYLE IS WACK,SHALL I RETRACK?OR STAY ON TRACK?AND ADD MORE PAPERS TO THE STACK,ON POINT, WHAT A SHARP TACK,THIS JOINT, I SMOKE UNDER ATTACK,I SAY WHAT I SAY, AND A FACT IS A FACT,BETTER GET YOUR SHIT AND PACK,NOW HOW MANY CHIPS CAN I RACK?WHAT DO SUCH INCIDENTS INVOLVE?I THINK TO MYSELF, AS MOTHER EARTH REVOLVES,WHAT WAY CAN THESE PROBLEMS BE RESOLVED?GOT TO THINK FAST, BEFORE MY WORLD DISOLVES,NOT AN EASY TYPE OF JOB,NOT THE FRESHEST CORN OF THE COB.YOU WANT TO POP MY BUBBLE?YOU ARE FLIRTING WITH PURE TROUBLE,HAVE YOU DIGGING A GRAVE WITH MY DEADLY SHOVEL,YOU DON'T HAVE THE MUSCLE,TO STOP MY MOUTH WITH YOUR OLD MUSSEL,BACK UP, YOU NEED DOUBLE,WITH A GAME PLAN, IN A HUDDLE,

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