Lyrics With Mike: Part One

Lyrics With Mike: Part One

A Poem by Zackery Alan Daley
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An acoustic song my friend and I wrote. We then preceded to freestyle rap and we wrote all the lyrics down right here. ENJOY!!!

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Hanging my head because I wish I was dead...
Don't take credit.  Not for anything you ever said.
Bear witness to the imperfection and determination,
of some one willing to die for what they believe in.


I wanna tear this town apart.
Somehow implode from the inside,
cause its like the Death Star,
A giant sign of what should die.


Giving up is letting go, all the dreams and all the hopes,
You kept so close as you skipped across the cosmos...
Baby I'm at a loss, if there's a line for love, I never crossed.


You have a knack of letting go too soon,
and I gave in to your musings and fruit,
I am not even a Christian, but God damn!
I think that is written in the bible man. 


Depreciated, inebriated and craving a cigarette,
I won the battles, hell the war, but I lost the bet.
I'm so f*****g tired let me go to sleep forever,
but that would mean my departure from space,
Blanking out to white or black, before birth...or after that?


Never had a day where I didn't feel mad at the world some way.
Kinda bullshit, and I kinda know this, but I don't want to end up on my own.
Alone, and stoned, previously showing nothing,
but fake, poser posters, and proper mental sewings.


Farewell love. I bid thee adieu,
Exeunt, stages life or death wounds.
I didn't know if I would well make it,
The thought of your smile did nothing but taint it.


Like a coiled snaked you struck from the grass,
I'd like to say the finger or toe, but it was right in the a*s.
The poison didn't kill me in three minutes,
It impaired me for three years, stagnant, on our backs floating white in a pond.
Less than impressed I swore I'd never regress and haven't since...
Let your people know, we all love equal.
Let your sons and daughters know, we mean well.
Let your mothers and fathers know, much love respect y'all.


South-West hustling, the man turns a blind eye,
He needs the crossroads, he needs the blue skies.
It's all he know except the blow that he hustles back and forth,
The four corners of the us, this is a must.
Put my thumb over the bowl, like a pro.

Hell we had some good times, I'd even call them great.
We just didn't end up rhyming, synchronizing.
Maybe its just this town, and how we never could get out...
I'm not white, I'm Irish, but I'm not Tupac either.
Just accept that we all a little different,
and don't forget your heritage and be trippin.


You it would be easy.  You said you'd never leave me.
I guess things aren't so simple though,
turns out you were a sort of a sleezy. girl.


Call it guts, call it nuts, I miss you F**K...its killing me, and its easy to see the effect of this squeeze you have on me, call it lovers vines, love of mine.  I swung on the bars and wasn't ready, I tried out the big ones before my grip was sure and steady, I slipped, fell, heard the laughs and cried.  Six or Seven years old so this was big in my life.  I waited, stationed like a militant, defending the post.  Keep and ear on the grape vine at the most...so I know everything like an always present ghost.  Hey!  You believe in those anyway, but I am not f*****g holy.

Symbology lesson: a snake eats its own skin.
The world repeats itself deal with it.
Talking about the little "white girl" on the news Gracie May,
When over a thousand kids go missing every f*****g day.
I have a lot of things I'm pissed off at,
but that

hey hey
its kinda scary but don't worry.

i doubt you big city guys know what its like
to live in a small town living the big hustle life
Ain't quite Rick Ross, but we got it down.
represent southwest, mu f****n
K town


Look where i am, look where you are,
I feel like I'm stuck on earth, while you on mars,
where you been?  free styling on the red planet.
I know you have advantage, looking down like a savage
Biological, by definition that's my name, its the game,
what is it worth?  look at all the trees, look at you and me and
 ask God if this is really what was meant to be...
 Call me crazy
I've been called lazy
i could give a f**k
I doubt the buts and maybes
been a little while since Ive been with this smiling Delilah, cryin on ya shoulder while your trying to find a way, to get up under

ye had problems as a kid who didn't
never tried to be anything i wasn't, Never trippin
had a list of things to say
lost it I think, but said f**k you anyway
Its just a way to take out anger
a way to make things a little clearer
 





we may live in Utah but we renegade too
blast you f****s and blast your mutha f****n crew
blow your mind , why be kind?
when all you know is a f****n lie.

So just try, try. i bet you'll see some crazy s**t if you just close your eyes, open your mind and just fly.
FLYYY
Into the clouds, you think you know, but you just got a mouth like the rest of us.
The sense of self and subject is disgusting.  The maniacal patriarchy is killing me.

were just two soldiers ahead of the pack
Dialated eyes, underestimated in almost every bangers eyes

]ve been hearing these thoughts in my head
scriptures from the prophets of the dead/
To explain my brain, to drive normal people insane
killin you with my style, its wild, its Irish, its my s**t, respect it,








© 2012 Zackery Alan Daley


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Zackery Alan Daley
This is property of Zackery Alan Daley and Mike Mraule. Incorporated, or whatever blah.

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I would like to hear this played :) Quite long for a song, especially acoustic...unique! It intrigues me, so much purged emotion and a balance of sentiments, it holds it all - makes the reader think of several themes through one song and thats great!
Well thought out...go for it, epic track - epic length - awesome! xoxo

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Amazing:) I can hear the rap in my head when I read the lyrics:) Good luck Zackery and Mike!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I would like to hear this played :) Quite long for a song, especially acoustic...unique! It intrigues me, so much purged emotion and a balance of sentiments, it holds it all - makes the reader think of several themes through one song and thats great!
Well thought out...go for it, epic track - epic length - awesome! xoxo

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A lot of strong statements in this poem. The song could be a good one. Maybe a long song. Good flow of words and i like the desire and places the poem took me. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Revolutionary art !

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh thats a good song, u should really do something with it!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow

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