On the mic now, is...

Monday, December 28, 2020

Marsha's nose

From the heart, I cry.
From my death, the hurt.

Feel me.
I cry love.
I kill until death.

The future is why I live.
The past propels me.
Every day is a dead end.

To measure amongst the elite.
To resonate with the common.
To place the common in my hurt...
To love the elite beyond measure.

I already do.

My priorities are in front of you.

I need to provide for myself.

I may lose favor within the darkside.

Again.

May The Light of The Sun and The Darkness of The Scorpion be the measurement of my love until my end.


-so mote it be




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I fear the microphone.
All I have is music.

I face my fears.

I terrorize through melodic rhythms of harmony.

I am a Gothic Spoken Word Artist and Acid Jazz/Fusion musician.

I get the fuck down (the fuck down).

I miss my --Aliens.

I miss #TheETz.

I miss *TheSun.

I'm ashamed to go to God, but The Devil's dumb.




Respect my mental.









3 forever.
The new 5.





#Idk