Hi Steamers! I’ve learned a bit since my last post. I shouldn’t dump so many poems on one post. The Mark Up guide was really helpful too.
This is a rather rough rap song I wrote during the American elections. I’m not American so I wonder why I worried so much about it. When I feel anxious or depressed I try to write poetry and rap. The current American political climate worries me greatly. So, rather than being rude or snappish, I write a poem or a song. I feel a lot better after writing it all down. Creating art from angst and depression is transformative. I don’t know if I’ve found my most powerful voice yet. I still hide behind this keyboard wondering if anyone cares about lyrics that haven’t been recorded. I just want to share what little creativity I have with you today. I hope you enjoy. Despite the overtones of my rap I lean to the left, if you were wondering. ---

BLOAT SNITCH

Too much ego
And that’s just bad business
Flew too high
And got his ass kicked by Icarus
Scallion for a carrot
Topped off by last wish lists
Aggravate some hate
Towards some past bitches
Rhythm in time
Born to blind
The shiny vagrants
Atone for baited pavements
Antifa slaves and shamed wits
Shave off the lamest
Speeches made you famous
Yeah famous what an anus
Shit you made the play list
Fuck it for a joke
Got the key to get in
Fuck the words you spoke
Dead man comedian
Wearing vain heart strokes
Sparked all in vain
Oh such a nasty host
So braggadocios
Match wits with Kim Jong Locusts
Die from low kicks
From your Ho bitch
Rot in necrosis
Swamp fish
Drain this!
A vote for bliss
Just bloat snitch ---

I can’t really write a love song. I’ve tried many times. I can write a break up song at the drop of a hat. I used to think that was an amazing skill. And then Taylor Swift hit the market and I realized I had limited myself a lot. So “Faithful” is not a love song. It’s more of a “I keep my nose clean” love rap song. It’s an unfinished song. I’ll probably never finish or use it again.

FAITHFUL

I got some tens on my friends list
Won’t sleaze it out on a death wish
Unfriend me when I’m a drunk fish
A golden zen fist on my right wrist
A light bit of dope crisp
Trychomes oh my night wish
A sweet dish
Like licorice, whip me like I’m innocent
To School these fools like its all day,
Stay at home with my girl prey
On my fears to make me stronger
Work it love to make it longer
I’ll shine brighter than the tightest pussy
I’ll buy generic choke on all your Gucci
I’ll keep it real, my girl she never moody
She’s the beauty that I know can always move me

CHORUS: Sure, I got tens on my friends list
But that’s not why I exist
I can’t pretend out a death wish
The night is crisp, baby come along to this

I’ve been trying to listen to the best Hip Hop there is and I have found Run The Jewels to be very accommodating. Comprising of two rappers, El P and Killer Mike. I went back and listened to these guys before they became a duo. Both El P and Killer Mike had great material before they joined forces. But once they became a team they rose to the very top of the heap. So I wrote verses below while I was thinking about El P’s voice and timing. My stuff is nowhere near as good as RTJ but they do inspire me a lot every day. I’ve been obsessed with cough syrup lately. I don’t buy or use it but it keeps popping up in my mind. Not sure why. Never leaned before. My teacher friend told me they sell morphine cough syrup at UCare pharmacies in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. That’s where I am. It’s so wild over here. You don’t need a script for anything.

HYPE BY THE KNIFE FULL

Roll joints for my rivals
I’m the kind for survival
Death can be insightful
I escaped your disciples
Girl you’re so delightful
I’m the heir, I’m the rightful
I’m the hype, served by knife full
I’m the sights on a rifle
I knock them out like Niquel
Drop them high like an Eiffel
Choke the air till stifled
Death can be insightful
It’s gone too far to truly see
If it’s come this far
And It’s got to me
homicidal Primal action
MK Ultra Michael Jackson

I used to live in the Red Light District of Phnom Penh called Golden Sorya Mall. It’s a place where all the alcoholics, drug addicts and whore chasers go to get wasted and laid. I hated walking past that place early every morning. Old white men would either have not gone home from the night before or were showing up to have beer for breakfast. I hate Johns. I really do. I only lived in the area so I could walk to work. My partner and I didn’t know any better at the time. But some of the stories you hear about Sorya Mall. You can’t ever wash those stories out of your head. Once you hear the stories, you’re never the same again. You become tainted by the wretchedness of the area. There is no escaping it.

I AM SICK

A wretched role call
For righteous
Sleaze bags high on nitrous
I knife this
Slice of a night wish
Damn near OD lifeless
Burst the bubble
With precise wits
I’m half right
When I’m half lit
Fuck all your needs
For a doctors script
Go tat for tit
Lose hard to this
Fuck all certificates
I’m not mad
But I am sick
It must be hard to
Deal with dealership
Soaked up in fits
Staring at some tits
Auto fix my nose
With rinky dink
Adrenaline running, cops coming
Karaoke caught a snitch
If I catch you singing
It’s lights out,
No more living
Can’t learn in time
I’m bourbon swigging
Not forgiving
I can write real good
N’ straight oh something proper
You’d do me a service
To pass the acid dropper
I look back smiling on the classics
Dennis Hopper/Tyson’s clobber
Chewing at the edges
Torn down to slobber ---

Okay, I’ll be honest with you. I came to Steemit.com for upvotes. I just need to make $50 this year to buy an eCigarette like a VGOD. I have an 11 month old daughter named Erin and she is my whole world. I just want to give up burning cigarettes so that I can smell and look better. I want my daughter to be happy and I don’t want her to grow up in a cigarette smoking house. So now you know my true intentions. Well, I also like poetry and rap and upvoting the worthy. Am I worthy? Will you up vote this post? Thanks in advance friends!