trying to forget the taste of cigarette,
that you left on my tongue from the passion in your breath,
cigar chomp on my steps to ease out of this regret
but the flavor that has set
is what im trying to forget.
it's your nose its your neck, what stayed and whats left.
watching your chest rise slow with each breath,
climax and let it rest, fall back into our best
obsessed, on the sex, let it grow, watch it set.
let it glow, let it test, watch me flow, count my breaths
bars to the breast, stressed vets on peaceful protests,
dandelions lying on muzzle housing shells that are undressed
faux flower children are dying on a bed made in jest
four feathers to the neck, cowards tickled as they're blessed
and if i knew of tech nine's, than i'd be swinging out the tech
talk of henny talk of blep, but that cultures not my debt
and its embarrassing to touch a work without trace of my sweat
call me petty on my theft on me calling petty theft
i can touch the hands of death or write in glows of sunny setts
hold close to what is mine, not a factory preset
no claims to perfection, but what I offer is my best.
credits
from love raps,
released March 18, 2017
produced by tomppa beats "like someone in love"
Two brothers tell their true coming-of-age story together through hip-hop bangers that draw from a wide array of pop influences. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2017