#songwriter

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  • soliquince 2d

    Cause and Effect Full

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't
    for my lungs
    being shriveled up
    from more than a couple puffs
    and roids;
    my voice
    could move nations.
    Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
    rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
    conform to the new age
    of degraded degenerates.
    Baptized in hentai,
    wait for your confirmation;
    incentivized to let that nut fly,
    (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
    But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out, right?)
    jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile,
    asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    Well I'll dance around
    like a circus clown;
    "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
    (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me,
    I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down,
    this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
    the internet makes when there's bars to whine about.
    Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
    You just look for a bench to sit
    on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
    but you'll never mention it
    cause he's a family friend,
    and your balls deep into it.
    Cause you're intimate
    life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
    then wonder why he likes men
    ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
    but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    The more you powder your wig,
    the louder I spit.
    Bitch to me; call what I see,
    wash you out with brown listerine.
    Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
    Cattle prod, culture shock,
    rip the feed muzzles off
    and strap 'em to your cock.
    Cowardly shit I am not,
    hourly grazing Tik Tok,
    Trolli sour gummy worms,
    I remember eating those alot.
    (Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
    Tick tock, tick tock,
    same differences,
    hold your crosses,
    all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
    Aim your crosshairs,
    pitchforks, remotes,
    weild your keyboards,
    (you're gonna need those...)
    empty your replies like gun smoke,
    you know you don't
    wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
    Can't see me like Nosferatu,
    or a two way tinted pane
    sucking your potential for attempted fame
    straight from the vein,
    while you bitch and complain...

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 2d

    Cause and Effect pt. 3

    The more you powder your wig,
    the louder I spit.
    Bitch to me; call what I see,
    wash you out with brown listerine.
    Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
    Cattle prod, culture shock,
    rip the feed muzzles off
    and strap 'em to your cock.
    Cowardly shit I am not,
    hourly grazing Tik Tok,
    Trolli sour gummy worms,
    I remember eating those alot.
    (Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
    Tick tock, tick tock,
    same differences,
    hold your crosses,
    all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
    Aim your crosshairs,
    pitchforks, remotes,
    weild your keyboards,
    (you're gonna need those...)
    empty your replies like gun smoke,
    you know you don't
    wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
    Can't see me like Nosferatu,
    or a two way tinted pane
    sucking your potential for attempted fame
    straight from the vein,
    while you bitch and complain...
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 4d

    Easy to see Cause and Effect pt. 1 and 2

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs
    being shriveled up
    from more than a couple puffs and roids;
    my voice
    could move nations.
    Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
    rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
    conform to the new age of degraded degenerates.
    Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly,
    (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
    But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail;
    (should've pulled out, right?) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes,
    whiten a smile,
    asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    Well I'll dance around like a circus clown; "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
    (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me, I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down,
    this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
    the internet makes when there's bars to complain about.
    Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
    You just look for a bench to sit
    on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
    but you'll never mention it cause he's a family friend,
    and your balls deep into it.
    Cause you're intimate
    life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
    then wonder why he likes men
    ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
    but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 4d

    Cause and Effect pt. 2

    Well I'll dance around like a circus clown; "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out. (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me, I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down, this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound the internet makes when there's bars to complain about. Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it. You just look for a bench to sit on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick but you'll never mention it cause he's a family friend, and your balls deep into it. Cause you're intimate life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid, then wonder why he likes men ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again, but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 4d

    Cause and Effect pt. 1

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs being shriveled up from more than a couple puffs and roids; my voice could move nations. Lines could bring lines to stadiums, rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores conform to the new age of degraded degenerates. Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly, (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.) But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out,) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile, asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 2w

    Starstruck

    Spaced out in the in between,
    both forgot our lines in this scene.
    Only one couch cushion, we're closer than you think.
    More than something for my eyes to drink,
    yet you're moonshine.
    But who am I to dream,
    to look up to the sky and see you and me?

    Drunk from our conversation,
    so where is my motivation?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    Your hand reaches my face and
    I want to give and take, then,
    what is this overwhelming fear?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?

    You've got my head spinning,
    around you like a solar system.
    But I like where it's leaning; your lips and then some.
    Got to control my breathing,
    but you tell me no,
    "I want you and all
    of what makes your constellation."

    (Take me flying,
    higher than my mind
    can leave me dying.
    Take me flying,
    higher than my mind
    can leave me dying.)

    Drunk from our conversation,
    so where is my motivation?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    Your hand reaches past my face and
    I want to give and take, then,
    what is this overwhelming fear?
    Still starstruck; how'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    How'd we get here?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 2w

    Call that the Soul, pt. 1

    Inside the eyes of the one you love the most;
    the craft turned to style from hours, I'll give a toast.
    To what can't be seen but drives the hands of artists,
    from newly started or departed.
    Newlyweds the first night,
    a mother's child seeing stars for the first time.
    The calm that settles through every brushstroke,
    and that nostalgia of fresh rain on concrete
    on your home street.
    Whistling Robin Hood, having it memorized off the TV.
    I call that the soul.
    Head rocking with no
    music, bopping along;
    fingers tapping a song,
    singing into a spatula
    like a microphone.
    Not even hitting the right notes,
    but it feels alright;
    seelf taught, fixing your bike,
    Grease on spokes, knees hit the curb.
    But you've had worse,
    or so your friends have been told.
    First girl who's hand you'd hold,
    after, feeling 95 years old.
    Grandma's home cooked ribs filling your nose,
    feeling of love in your heart for those
    who feel the same kinda way.
    Both you and they know
    and you kinda choke up.
    Well I call that the soul.
    ©soliquince

  • wolfbrown 4w

    SLEEP

    Such a heavenly state of unconsciousness
    Designed for our body and mind to find relief
    For some it is a facile feat to fall asleep
    For some it is an arduous task to complete
    I fall in the second category that is an obvious guess
    I lie down for hours wishing there was a mute button for my encephalon
    In my case anxiety and stress are the common perpetrators
    My eyes stay wide open i keep tossing and turning until dawn
    Past regrets and absurd things bother me like arrogant haters
    I binge watch sitcoms to distract myself from this dreadful situation
    Or it can be anime, movies or very rarely a game of chess
    Some days i wish i wasn't such a terrible mess
    I torture my eyes until they give up and beg for relaxation
    Then finally my eye lids close
    And sleep comes like an overwhelming force
    ©wolfbrown

  • wolfbrown 4w

    I AM A GHOST

    It feels like im trapped in a  preternatural
    dimension
    Even my deafening and desperate screams are inaudible
    I keep banging on this door still unable to attract a single soul's attention
    Any effort is futile and escape is palpably impossible
    Slowly all feelings are fading away even grief and helplessness
    Slowly i will feel nothing and become a part of nothingness
    I will be free from this cursed life of agony despair and stress
    This is only fair and a fitting end for a fuck up like me
    Searching for why and my last memory suddenly strikes me
    I remember a trickle of blood slowly coming out of my veins
    I remember the anguish the melancholy that lead me to a blade
    I've lost all my preposterous worries I'm finally not afraid
    I can hear the dripping of water maybe outside it rains
    Im filled with euphoria finally I've tasted freedom
    Some simply won't care but one will convict me of treason
    I wish i could apologise to you my bloodbrother
    I've broken the oath
    But now im finally free of all burdens
    I've become a ghost
    ©wolfbrown

  • soliquince 4w

    Shrimp

    Wave a gun in the air, go ahead,
    put it to my head n' pull the trigger.
    Put on airs with a
    shrimp figure;
    you can make six figures, but
    I'll be sittin' here,
    5'6", still feelin' bigger.
    Macadamia post nut shitter
    to get some folks triggered.
    "Personally I prefer
    homegrown women,
    not dudes with long nails, fake tits and a perm."
    At least it's easier to discern
    lyricism in the midst of
    repetitious mumble mixups. (Mixtapes)
    This is a stickup,
    so hand over your bars
    and nobody gets hurt.
    I'll take your Rolex,
    pills and fancy cars
    and on your gravestone
    when I walk by,
    I'll drop off some roses.
    Before that,
    by the time you're overdosin';
    Genius calls you one of the chosen,
    I'll be the boogeyman
    stitchin' the morticians thread.
    Still leaves me sickened
    that even half this shit
    earns platinum accolades
    when all you do is run your mouth
    a mile a minute, shit faced
    unaware of half of what you say.
    If the snare carries you around
    and not the other way,
    let's get something straight;
    you're not a rapper,
    ain't nothing but a stain.
    Strains of a virus,
    part of the hive mind
    with no individual brain.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 8w

    One and the same

    Chest to chest,
    love making, not just casual sex;
    the rhythm of life and the soul of music.
    No way to abuse it,
    only when the spirit has left.
    No ears to hear love when the heart is deaf.
    Correct me if I'm wrong, but in the stead
    of romance, both the sound and touch blend
    together. One and the same trend.
    One and the same heartache when
    it doesn't go right, same hurt by rejection.
    Same alcoholic intervention.
    Stank face with drinks to chase,
    dreams I meant.
    Woman or keyboard, the worth is what you put into it.
    Not the money spent.
    Sure as hell not a one night event,
    otherwise you're committing a cardinal offense.
    Carve a name into the wood of a tree or a guitar
    That shit had better mean something.
    Carve her heart in twain then blame the strings,
    it's the same effect on a person or an instrument.
    Be bored with both of "hers,"
    lazy with care, swerve
    into the easy lane, and don't learn
    from your mistakes; it'll end with both of you burned.
    Another to be played, taken their place in turn.
    No passion but only that pathetic way to yearn.
    "I could never play like that/never find a woman, that's facts."
    ©soliquince

  • simonpamen301 8w

    OPIUM

    I will leave you to decide if you are saved from the condemned or probably one of them
    While others without your grace are being plundered
    Having to surrender and becoming one of them
    And Thinking that no one could ever hear
    They make us wish the end of days had not occurred hastily
    And drown us in anguish of a deep ocean of despair.

    Panics fill the air as leaves and possessions are being taken forcefully
    As the negative impacts take over the world gradually
    Pummeling the world and filling the minds of the poised with opium
    Struggling to recover from a discombobulated mind
    Out of pride but more like a type of regret
    A future once held within hands, pours off its blue fingers
    Scouring the nook and Cranny of the Addicted to execute.

    A cold vision of science and business leading us to peril and Death
    At a moment where close attention was given to mystery in a stealth of a dream
    A dream we must live a little more and carry on to a serene and peaceful place
    Where we will be hurting in pain and empty anyway
    Sunk in this garden I ache from the perfumes of Papaver somniferum.


    By Pamen Simon
    ©simonpamen301

  • soliquince 9w

    Getting the axe.

    I lean my head against the tonic
    cause it speaks through me as a prophet.
    Crooked, and looking to make a profit,
    but still a stupid motherfucker who's a slave to logic;
    just one bad night to worse, that happens once too often.
    Any one of these days could lead me into the coffin,
    yet somehow I'm still looking for solace
    in the wrong things.
    Someone to blame.
    What can I say?
    Take my head and just lop it
    off, shit, looks like I've already lost it.
    But you can still hear me talking;
    ghost in that shell of a blockhead.
    Can't even hear myself knocking
    but that ain't even that uncommon.
    Headless horseman, senseless and rotten.
    Stiff resting, not in peace, but preferably long forgotten.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 9w

    Incomplete

    So many hours,
    this ceiling fan counts
    my blinks as I stare at nothing.
    So many wrongs,
    spoken or overdone
    and I still can't make them make sense.

    If it's one or another,
    tear into each other
    and in the middle, why should I bother?
    Tear into each other,
    like wounded lovers.
    In the middle with no time to recover.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Whole body's aching,
    work into the day's end.
    Fake wheezing, dying of "laughter."
    Don't feel like sleeping,
    do the same routine again.
    Play games for what I'm looking after.

    If it's one or another,
    tear into each other
    and in the middle, why should I bother?
    Tear into each other,
    like wounded lovers.
    In the middle with no time to recover.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Don't you pity me
    for what's incomplete.
    Damn your empathy,
    and what's "best for me."
    Don't you pity me.
    Don't you pity me.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.

    Lending the strength I owe you.
    Till I fall, and I won't, so don't you
    pick me up.
    Straight to the grave, I know you
    mean well, but it's okay. I'll show you
    with my mouth sewn shut.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 10w

    Zombie

    Tomorrow, is a yesterday,
    blended into an endless fray,
    born in toxic decay,
    sprinkle a little bit of pain,
    it's a stain,
    restrained to be strained and stressed.
    #Blessed,
    but no rest for the wicked,
    eyes faded in this mess.
    It's okay,
    still shuffling today,
    zombie only partly, please stay away.
    Shambling rot, doesn't want you to taste,
    doesn't want you to see his face,
    see the vicious strain,
    of this disease in his brain,
    please refrain
    from speaking to him now, your words can wait.
    What you'll take
    from what he'll say,
    doesn't matter, he's alone anyways.
    always asking a lot,
    he is what he's not,
    which is why he never wants to talk.
    Whenever it stops,
    and the zombie doesn't stumble, he's able to walk,
    it lasts for the ride up, but the coaster is yet to start.
    Falling to pieces but keeping the parts,
    to keep moving sometimes you need to lose who you are.
    And that's why the skin and bone corpse you see is looking starved,
    He's missing a vital organ,
    not hunger for the brains, but missing a heart.
    Like they say though, in this world, without one you'll go far.
    He'd rather let his talking head be hung up like a work of art.
    Maybe then people will change,
    probably not, probably way too late,
    but he's hanging out somewhere
    and the people might appreciate
    for a while before they carry on with their day,
    as he collect dust from years of being on display
    maybe somebody can relate
    to the zombie in the glass case.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 10w

    No Peace

    Word travels fast,
    but the truth'll come last.
    Sit back, relax,
    let the music roll back.
    Let the music roll back.

    Serenade by no's,
    change like the radio.
    Heartstrings don't pull,
    let the music swing low.
    Let the music swing low.

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...


    Break some glasses,
    and call my Atlas.
    Don't be dramatic,
    let the music walk in.
    Leave the music walking.

    Claustrophobic,
    voiceless, choking.
    Space unknown and
    the music softly ends.
    The music softly ends.

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 11w

    What we miss, what we lose pt. 1-2

    Where the fashion is plastic W(r)AP,
    tippety tap Pop twap, no more of that
    boom bap passion, Elmer Fud fudging up the facets.
    Omitted verses, bring 'em back;
    reinstate the hip hop classes,
    -Rock classics to com-Pete.
    Freestyles with stories
    without penile distortions;
    or a body count of abortions,
    growing big Pharma fortunes
    off plan "B" school courses.
    Don't tell me you had no choices.
    With that big of a dick in your mouth,
    of course you're voiceless.
    (Ladies!)
    Don't force your corsets
    in front of men cause you're coinless.
    What's corny is,
    there's better women who're toiling
    while you're out whoring
    around and about, preforming.
    Anywhere the bitch blows,
    doesn't really matter to me,
    that shit needs no sympathy.
    And though perverse schemes
    fuel faux machines,
    cruel though it seems;
    word for word
    and verse per verse indeed:
    Purse your lips, terse hand on your hips.
    Raise your phones, adjust your tits.
    Duck faces, it's just a pic,
    juxtaposed hypocrites.
    It's Only- the adoring -Fans offering tips,
    Rationale femme fatales excuses;
    "It's just the tip."

    Corrupt lips induct kids
    to believe life comes and goes around lost innocence.
    Far along is the destruction of sense,
    morality traded for common cents.
    Girls fooled by two faced compliments
    cause they were raised to be Daddy's little princess.
    This in turn burns into their heads,
    the nonsense
    that they're perfect
    and need not suffer the consequence.
    Pay off with cash or card,
    with a Daddy complex,
    thinking they're cute and therefore can
    get away with it.
    They're frontal cortex
    has but one thought process,
    "Y'all revolve around me,
    solve me according to my context."
    She as a queen
    proceeds to "leak" non family friendly content,
    getting that bread
    while giving head,
    years later popping out kids
    for welfare checks
    under the pretense our society projects:
    "Money can buy cars and jets,
    broads and Sex-."
    -Education belongs
    for that old concept,
    "listen to your elders."
    But today, conflicts exist
    between sexually pent
    up pricks aiming for the heads
    of blue collar gents
    for two dollar opinions.
    The fool hollers,
    the wise truly stand taller,
    silent until you call 'em
    out, though the rest won't follow.
    That holler mentality clicks with hollow
    cliques; chicks who've never got too much to swallow,
    who shit on with one trick. Cower
    behind an inch thick of makeup. Empowering
    being offended instead of not giving a fuck.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 11w

    What we miss, what we lose pt. 2

    Corrupt lips induct kids
    to believe life comes and goes around lost innocence.
    Far along is the destruction of sense,
    morality traded for common cents.
    Girls fooled by two faced compliments
    cause they were raised to be Daddy's little princess.
    This in turn burns into their heads,
    the nonsense
    that they're perfect
    and need not suffer the consequence.
    Pay off with cash or card,
    with a Daddy complex,
    thinking they're cute and therefore can
    get away with it.
    They're frontal cortex
    has but one thought process,
    "Y'all revolve around me,
    solve me according to my context."
    She as a queen
    proceeds to "leak" non family friendly content,
    getting that bread
    while giving head,
    years later popping out kids
    for welfare checks
    under the pretense our society projects:
    "Money can buy cars and jets,
    broads and Sex-."
    -Education belongs
    for that old concept,
    "listen to your elders."
    But today, conflicts exist
    between sexually pent
    up pricks aiming for the heads
    of blue collar gents
    for two dollar opinions.
    The fool hollers,
    the wise truly stand taller,
    silent until you call 'em
    out, though the rest won't follow.
    That holler mentality clicks with hollow
    cliques; chicks who've never got too much to swallow,
    who shit on with one trick. Cower
    behind an inch thick of makeup. Empowering
    being offended instead of not giving a fuck.
    ©soliquince

  • shubham_20 11w

    Dil Toh Bachcha Hai 

    Certificate mil gaaya prove karne ke liye

    ©shubham_20

  • soliquince 12w

    What we miss, what we lose pt. 1

    Where the fashion is plastic W(r)AP,
    tippety tap Pop twap, no more of that
    boom bap passion, Elmer Fud fudging up the facets
    Omitted verses, bring 'em back;
    Reinstate the hip hop classes,
    -Rock classics to com-Pete.
    Freestyles with stories
    without penile distortions;
    or a body count of abortions,
    growing big Pharma fortunes
    off plan "B" school courses.
    Don't tell me you had no choices.
    With that big of a dick in your mouth,
    of course you're voiceless.
    (Ladies!)
    Don't force your corsets
    in front of men cause you're coinless.
    What's corny is,
    there's better women who're toiling
    while you're out whoring
    around and about, preforming.
    Anywhere the bitch blows,
    doesn't really matter to me,
    that shit needs no sympathy.
    And though perverse schemes
    fuel faux machines,
    cruel though it seems;
    word for word
    and verse per verse indeed:
    Purse your lips, terse hand on your hips.
    Raise your phones, adjust your tits.
    Duck faces, "it's just a pic,"
    juxtaposed hypocrites.
    It's Only- the adoring -Fans offering tips,
    Rationale femme fatales excuses;
    "It's just the tip."
    ©soliquince