Siix, the Lowlife Poet - Black Beetle

Pretty black Beetle so cerebral in my cortex
Climbing up the ladder if he falls who gone support that
Hard exterior he's not inferior indeed
Harlots, crucifixes fixed upon his self esteem
All he wants to do is fall asleep, create a dream
Something different can he ever change reality
All around him fallacies
Cowards sell their loudest dreams
He's a powder keg and inside him release the loudest screams

And they love it when he dies inside the hourglass
Trapped in bubbles and the quotes he made an hour pass
He can see the inner demon and the child in him
Pretty beetle ain't defeated but he drowning in depression
Scarab ain't scared of life lessons, he contests them
Love me or hate me I am a weapon Harmageddon
Aar of souls, I see no foes in my way
I am the plague and stones

I'm a double winged demon with the energy in me
I'm a good guy, I'm a bad guy all depends on who I meet
Water bearer with a scarab and an eye that's so unique
I'm in other solar systems in the time a human blink
I see futures that's so bleak that's why I'm here to help repeat
I'm a monster, I'm an angel, my vibration ain't in sync
I feel crazy I'm amazed that you could keep up on this beat
Love my daughter and my son and they don't exist in these streets
I'm yo daddy, I'm a magi, and my baby is unique
No yes, maybe
If you shady I can tell right when we meet
Ain't no west craven I'm behaving like Edgar Allen Poe
Cut your tounge off if you snitching or you rapping bout a hoe
I got a hold on every game I got the dice inside my palm
I got niggas in Miami I got niggas in the Palms
Central Florida straight to Georgia cuz the south what's goin' on
Fuck the borders opposition I got missions to get on
Nigga
I am the baddest dragon I usurped Spyro throne
And I'm nasty as Alladin with the genie on the phone
I don't wish shit I envision and I manifest through poems
Can we all get along
Had three voices all along
Am I sick or just sick-witted
Some call it gifted, I'm switching figures
Body snatching, Charles Manson, in a mansion
That I've established
Did a hat trick
3 and back
Guess you can call the shit magic
I am a man and a fraction
I'm released through these actions
What is you askin'

Pretty black Beetle so cerebral in my cortex
Climbing up the ladder if he falls who gone support that
Hard exterior he's not inferior indeed
Harlots, crucifixes fixed upon his self esteem
All he wants to do is fall asleep, create a dream
Something different can he ever change reality
All around him fallacies
Cowards sell their loudest dreams
He's a powder keg and inside him release the loudest screams

Written by:
Justan Shinn

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