Cyrus is Dead!


About my time to shine,
is writin’ rhymes a sign?
A win at wintertime?
respect this win o’ mine

Back when I was young
Little Cyrus G up in the buildin’
where the dealers sought to plot a killin’

The daily grind’s a given,
the pain that I’d been feelin’
The past I’m reminiscin’,
soon as I put the tape in

I saw the weather changin’,
a hero to a villain
Enough to fail the mission,
enough to fail.

On the daily try to cook
somethin’ remotely good
up in the kitchen
No havin’ fun, I fantasize
about the single women

Rhymes ain’t what they used to be,
ain’t no gettin’ used to me
I dream lucidly
and I learn the lesson conclusively

Twisted recital, survival is vital
This inner violence destabilizes
that inner idol

No dilly dally when I call,
seven-figure sale with
Heaven and Halle by my side,
Cali gals in the house! They called it…

Cali vibe..  Carivibe!

Drinkin’ with soldiers,
never sober up
We circle just like vultures 
we’re supposed to bring the culture up

The God needin’ praisin’
like it’s prayin’ season
My mind’s runnin’ wild
like murder without a reason

Oh well!

A revolution of students
envision lesser tuition
My intuition is pointin’
towards a vision of visitin’ heaven

Catchin’ fallin’ angels in bed,
gettin’ lucky with triple sevens,
jackpot hittin’ my head – good lord!

Put my faith in the
good book to kill the evil
Premeditated, the devil’s afraid
to come and see me

Makin’ him sick with a cough,
I keep it rough
My words should be televised
but I’m thinkin’ that ain’t enough

It ain’t enough.

Co-habitate with the
wicked and twitchin’ evil dead

Rabid deserters now salivate,
aimin’ to take my head

Dreaded, I’d rather be fed,
bad habit, now castin’ ballots
tippin’ my hat to a leader
eager to break the bread.



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