The last dance...
who knows where my gift will take me
i visualise vaguely
on spreading the truth to my peers and teaching the youth
what life is really about
no doubt in my mind
hind sight is twenty twenty experience is
of evidense of the right path
poetry materialised in a tight glass
shaped bottle for me to follow
life of strugglin and uneccessary sorrow
equals out to passion bubblin in my heart
travelin through my veins
explain the beaches grains of sand
if i can personally my goal is to expand
my force of issue
in rhyme form
design explosive tissue
formulate the abnorm
when bullshit surfaces
civil grabs the horns in a storm
and record the topic drainin the source of the
beef until i lock it
close to perfect an turn it into
remind normal cats to back away from rockets
when they blast off
civil goes from sick to ill
and spit the phlem to the last cough
overlapping mediocre cats and
the trash talk
side by side on the plank of your last walk
into a firey inferno
peace to the real poets
"Death walks in silence, so make some noise for eternity"-Civil
"overlapping mediocre cats and the trash talk" Ill Man. PEACE.
Poetic Niceness...straight-up feelin' it...
"...death to the ILLUMINATIon...I keep hope a lie 'cuz it's over for you!"
oops...i was hopin' for some off the deep end material...i love this cat when hes in that mood...anyways...nice little drop you got here....knowhatimean cousin....one
Man What Can I Say...Yous On Point...Nice Rhyme...Keep Posting..to quote..ill have to go to jail for plagerism
Civil goes from sick to ill and spit the phelm to the last cough- i agree whole heartedly. you know you're my fav emcee. lol
Grinna aka Tha Reflection of I.