Atomic Bomb – The Balance (2019)

If we hear enough lies,

We won’t recognize the truth,

But still,

I found her buried deep beneath the roots,

She unsheathed my dagger,

Alas, my swagger was after trivial pursuits…

With my writing prowess,

I produce literature by the thousands,

My own stylist,

My rhyme style is

What keeps things balanced,

Unearthed my talents,

Overcame paralysis by analysis,

And broke life down like calculus,

Word alchemist,

Inspired by an absurd album list,

And my maker assured me,

Every last outcome is bliss…

Let me kick back and have fun with this,

To the point where the flow no longer exists,

Just a bunch of dust particles amongst the stars,

Lost among the universe trying to decipher God’s wit,

Perfection alluded me,

But I was able to fondle it,

My debauchery responded,

Put together bronze bits

Which inspired future continents,

Classic, so they honored it,

Daring and dominant,

Orgasms consist of atoms and molecules,

With more energy than fossil fuels,

Overcame my obstacles,

Blame my DNA

For cramming my cranium with these colossal views…

Ancient like the mystics,

Me and honeybun used to kick it,

Savage the way she licked it,

Beyond maddening the way I hit it,

Flipped it like a script,

I came equipped,

Salacious until honey dipped,

Still I dripped…

So, she returned with nectar in her sips,

Responded by going atomic on those hips,

Oh, the guilt

(I’m talking all over the quilt) …