Metaphorce

Chorus:

These are my Metaphors,
Write in pictures
Paint a picture with this pen nib n’ scribble a different side of me

These are my Metaphors
Painting scriptures
Write my lyrics with this palette n’ colour with personality.

Verse 1:

Rat a tat tat go their footsteps tapping in my ear
The hairs stand up on my neck, happy that you’re near
You smile at my character, I pass you a beer
Gasp a joke, provoke the farcical, I laugh with half the fear
Voices lift the air I slap a hand upon my leg
As the colours of our auras pour, link and connect
Through our intellect, I crave your brains time for
Its mind thoughts, the light source absorbed through my sight organs.

I stoop disguised, cold inside a thin jacket
I box emotion poking stones, sticks and crisp packets
I sit unnoticed, ya squintin cos I’m out your focus
Word unspoken, socially broken at the road side like I’m homeless,
Locked in my head in a private world I love to be
Pay no attention, leave, neglect my presence chuck the key.
Mutter to me, no politics so fuck ya speech,
Stop your teeth, don’t wanna speak, forget me, leave me lost in dream.

Chorus:

These are my Metaphors,
Write in pictures
Paint a picture with this pen nib n’ scribble a different side of me

These are my Metaphors
Painting scriptures
Write my lyrics with this palette n’ colour with personality.

Verse 2:

Ya skin rips stings turns with a red burn, my hand grabbing your wrist
Hurts, from lifting and gripping the earth,
Heavily breathin screaming air from a dry lung mangled,
Danglin’ from the edge of a grand canyon,
Silver armour guards my heart from any pain
Squeezing my arteries and veins pumpin the blood cells to my brain
To play widda a strong game, I pull the trigger back from a long range,
Stand tall in a mad brawl then walk through the devil’s doorway.

Spine shatters to a million sharp shards of bone
My shoulders won’t carry the strain of the whole globe on my own
I’m Exhausted, feet red raw walking with a poor limp,
“Stop, please sir will you carry me?” he reply’s back with a sore lip!
Morbidly call support, collapse to the floor,
Dragging my raw balls crawling, sit my back to a crack in the wall,
Physique’s small, like snow whites seven dwarfs,
I’m bashful, weak and sneezy, need doc to make me sleepy.

Chorus:

These are my Metaphors,
Write in pictures
Paint a picture with this pen nib n’ scribble a different side of me

These are my Metaphors
Painting scriptures
Write my lyrics with this palette n’ colour with personality.

Verse 3: (Double Time)

Hands grip tight, tug on a thick rope, fix to the world
Scent stimulates a big nose . . .
Smell a white rose go where the wind blows,
See rainbow colour mixed in with a rich globe,
Tiptoe creep up on a sibling,
Tip tap quick on the back with a slick trick,
Giggle, I give a little wiggle,
Shake a little leg box steppin’ out a rhythm like
(hmmm) Sound taste’s like (hmmm)
Light penetrates earth, gas burnin’ in space like
(hmmm) eye’s see bright stars
Feel heat from the sun so I both reach both arms
Up! up up and away! Sun light on horizon, night from a day like
(oooo) wanna steal that moon but
I’m lovin’ these days, sun come again soon.

Nah fuck off! (spit) spit it out,
Sweetness burns taste buds in the mouth,
The globes odour stinks so foul,
I diggin up earth 6 deep with a trowl
Take a hint man I stepped away
Ya like a splinter trapped in the brain
Swing a fist wanna knock you out,
When you bleed man its easy to block you out!
Stand ground with a boot to the pavement
Grip tight like I’m shootin a major
Step back I’m a loon with stapler
Pin you to the roof then I’m looting your paper.
(Don’t) drag me by the collar mate,
(No) I’m not gonna move so
(Bro) step out of this space now
(Go) Get back (Go) I hate you (Go!)