Cold World from Double Exposure by Avongarde

Cold world, probably off in his own world
face gaunt, stumbled upon haunting eyes in bold font,
upfront, cobbled up like storefronts,
transform eyes to stone, transmogrify bone
in a three ring bind rock a fist to ya mind,
and chalk up another rhyme or deuce hopscotchin two-time
the game of life is just pick and rollin snake eyes
venomous slice and dice
like vipers with an appetite
spit it out the right pipe
or face time quick in a hell made cell with Heimlick
trippin when you crossed the line, pickin sides,
red and blue getting cross eyed, muddled up like swamplands at high tide
the zeitgeist of our time might typewrite your last rites in skywriting biting the breeze its frightening
here lies the white picket fence dream,
wipe those teary eyes, grind at next sunrise

wake up
drag a comb across your head
and feel the finer flakes of yesterday shed
at the foot of your bed
somewhat hollow, floor bound
since quarter pound
was more about tomorrow
than a Schwarzschild wormhole
sorta caught the memo
when the CEO of everything stores
a parking fee for his workforce
of course
limpin the course with coarse feet
defeat within reach from this material breach
from the green encrusted eyes
to the belly of his beast
when he feasts
volatile spills and hostility feeds
demons of decree
meet the weapons of speech
standing on the tower
fight the powers at be

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• jazzhiphop
• lo-fi
• samples
• undergroundhiphop
• undergroundrap
• Massachusetts