LOSING RHYTHM (what should I do?)
Turbulence stares, blows like a wind through his mind and thought processes and opens up his blindness to reality like a window in line 1-3. It’s about a melancholic adult male, struggling to ward off, depression and suicidal thoughts(which he calls a Bimbo, the way she fucks him up)when nothing seems to work. He’s jobless but talented, so he keeps being hopeful, thoughtful yet dejected, feeling abandoned and mad at the corrupt politicians in government. Despite all the drama and downsides, he’s ready to keep fighting and making moves till he’s 100/100.
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VERSE 1:
Turbulence stared Him down on Double Lens••
Winding thru His Mind like Tornado••
Opening up His Blind like a Window
As the Wind Blows••
She's a Bimbo••!!
He's down, sprawled on the Floor••
Hardship banging His Ego like a Whore••
He couldn't fake it, take it AnyMore••
Couldn't Ignore The Furor••
Emotional War, blowing His brain out like Tumor••
Like Arnold Shwarzenegger, the deal is Too Raw••
He's being an upright citizen~
never broke the Law••
This Government Is No Good!!
What Da heck did He Vote For••?
His Yell turned a Yelp for Help till His Throat Sore••
HOOK:
He said ~Pang of hunger in my Tummy••
nothing sweet nothing yummy
everyone looking like Egyptian Mummies
Damn..
I think I’m losing my rhythm, losing my Groove••
Dreams getting Shattered,
what should I Do••?
All that Mattered was making a Move••
Making a Move that's a 100 Prove••
VERSE 2:
It's been Storming all Night••
He's Hard put to get up and Fight••
Plus Words Bite as tongues Blight••
It seems the whole world built a wall to His Plight••
The burden of His worries had Him Mourning every Morning••
Sorry was a feeling that got heavy like a Lorry••
Going thru a Week~nigh impossible like pulling a jeep up the Hill••
He got Game but No Fame to His Name..
Cause His too dead broke to foot a Bill••
You see Him cheesing for a pic but on the Real••?
Smiling is insipid like the taste of a Pill••
No legacy nor Will••
Though He Will Kill to give His Seeds the life He never Led••
Thoughts growing in His Head••
What happens if I drop Dead
seeking for Bread••?
He tore His cloth in Shreds••
HOOK:
Pang of hunger in my Tummy••
nothing sweet nothing yummy
everyone looking like Egyptian Mummies
Damn..
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