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A creative mind, swift tongue, quick wit, a decent mic and vocal chords is what makes Poetic Flow.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #27,036
Peak in subgenre #2,215
Author
Poetic Flow
Rights
Lyrics: Poetic Flow/ Beat: Illuminati Records
Uploaded
December 22, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Unsent Letters
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by Illuminati Records & Mixed by S. De Bolster.
© 2002 - Poetic Flow/ Illuminati Records.
Intro:
Sometimes you know, I just get this need to write down my thoughts. Painting a picture on a primal canvas. They’re just words seeping thru my mind and onto the paper. This is what comes out.. just listen.
Poetic Flow:
Excuse me my friend ~ but is that your pen ~ can I use it to duel with my skeletons/ Scribbling down words trying to grasp-them ~ bombastic like a brass-band roaming over exploited land/ Lend me your helping hand as I'm writing with a spastic-feather ~ harsh words pleading for drastic-measures ~ holding this pen ~ my own steady island in hectic-weather/ Painting a chaotic scenery ~ hideous visions but it's not what they seem-to-be ~ they're just regular scenes disfigured by greenery/ Drifting along the horizons of this loyal-zone ~ the pen is my king while the paper is his royal-throne ~ ruling with an iron fist battling the unknown/ My mentality is trapped in enslavement ~ only while I’m writing I can slam it down on the pavement ~ everything sorted out in a perfect placement/ Happily kicking the cowardly asses of these horrible bastards ~ it’s too easy to fool the masses since they’ve put on the blurry glasses they were forced to wear in their college classes/ Society is crumbling down by collective-ignorance ~ internal filth smothering respective-innocence ~ only aggressive reactions follow in-defense/ Common-sense has been rejected as false predictions ~ mankind surrendered to their own addictions ~ never held back by restrictions they throw themselves in multiple convictions/ Living the rest of their life behind prison-bars ~ locked in the dark not even seeing the risen-stars ~ till they finally realize this world isn’t-ours/
Talking:
The next letter is about my depressive state of mind at certain times. Times where I’m upset with myself. My anxiety, my messed up soul and above all my brain cells creating their never ending scenes.
Poetic Flow:
Drifting in and out of sleep ~ fleeing reality since my mind’s too weak to get out of my losing streak ~ the hill’s too steep for me to creep upon/ A rising dawn in a cynical-light accompanying me on my critical-flight ~ my self esteem quickly losing height ~ laughing at my hypocritical-might/ My course–is-revealed ~ a magnetic force-field surrounding me until my source-is-healed/ Fighting for my existence ~ with consistence I’m building up my resistance so I can live with my soul in perfect coexistence/ It’s slowly destroying my energy ~ the only one that is feeling-me is Misses Hennessey ~ no one envies me cause all is left is my burning debris/ Stumbling on my own ~ fumbling ~ another opportunity blown ~ mumbling curses to the unknown as I’m tumbling down from my hideous throne/ My life is a bad dream and nightmare intertwined ~ combine the bad and worse without a sign ~ I want to resign ~ hungering for the light ~ I can’t wait to rise and shine/ The road’s filled with illogical obstacles ~ it’s damn near impossible ~ making me end up in a psychological hospital/ I’m always watching myself from behind ~ it’s like my life is a game which I can control with my state of mind/
Outro:
Sorry baby.. I tried the best I could, honest.. but the street is watching.. she is watching all the time.. you gonna be a good mom.. new.. improved Poetic Flow.. can’t go with me on this ride tho.. the bar is closing.. the lights are out. 