A Smiling Satan

Its been a long time, I shouldn't left you without a strong rhyme to step to

Satan smiles defiles savin, reconciles the sire’s wasteland

Up in isles, the fires we facin met denials of the lost and wasted

The cost was amazing, constantly dodging life’s bullets like Keanu Reeves

Lost to the Martix where black and white only coexist in piano keys

Pull it while it’s trying to leave, never kissed brown but Brown, Chris while Rihanna pleads

You know my steeze, the style with ease in a pile of fiends we aligned with thieves

We aligned with thieves trying to find our peace but our sighs released the signs of grief

The science of grieves and the violence of peace commingle to mangle the heart on our sleeves

But see, I ain’t political but if I ever met Harper I’d ask him about his dick size

Cuz he must be over compensating for something the way he wields these big lies

Still, with no insurance, we took the “common” out of common courtesy

Trying to drink up knowledge’s truth serum with every quart I see

On a course I weave trying my best to bring order to every court I see

Of course I’ll plead, watching roses wilt cuz they haven’t been watered in many days

But it really doesn’t matter because my baby loves daisies anyways

A heavy weight who weighs one-eighty-five in lips alone trying to grip the throne

Kill the king, pimp slap the prince while trying to kiss a stone, I missed my show

But the wind will blow past a winking innocence, singing in a fence

Sinking in my ship, thinking “this is it” but knowing I ain’t missing this

Oh how the sea was open, offering myself up to the queen of oceans

Cuz it seems it’s hopeless, where you can’t get the keys of life but the keys of dope and

With ease my opus needs my focus lovin livin livin livid

As an unhip hipster, the world’s funnest straight-edge, I stay dead livin timid

Thinking what I ain’t said swimming in a grave bed; I face debt while living in it

Used to refuse smiles, used to the noose wild, but I got a muse now, I’m grinnin

From ear to ear like the Joker but the truth is, even he can be sane sometimes

I’m sustained in punchlines, she’s a saint who done time in Hell but escaped the confines

My angel with a nose wrinkle, here to shower me with enough blessings

But I’m off topic; I was supposed to be asking all the tough questions

Like, why are our souls so empty? How come Fox’s media is so offending?

Mr. Jamaal, how the hell are you so trending?! But alas, I’m lost and antsy

And so our lives have become the equivalency of an unraked pile of leaves

So here we are, constantly dodging life’s bullets like Keanu Reeves

Up in isles, the fires we facin met denials of lost and wasted

Reconciling pyres in wastelands to up the styles of a smiling Satan

..............Yes I have succumbed to the "Matrix" reference :PTweet