Click clack cock it back thoughts attack like a fully automatic
Spraying ink like it's ammo through a black abyss
Loaded pads start to tremble they can't resist
My mind's a chamber spinning rounds that never miss
Russian roulette with a pen I don't play fair
Bars ricochet breaking silence in the thick air
Every hit leaves a welt like a shockwave stare
A coroner's van where my thoughts lay bare
Shooting up the note pads zippered tight toe tagged
Bleeding dreams in the night pen's a rifle it’s jagged
Every line is a blade slicing truth from the haze
Word storms tearing through ink drowned in a rage
Click clack cocking back thoughts full attack
Playing Russian roulette ink pen's got my back
Fully automatic writing war in the sheets
Shooting up notepads these lines cut deep
Zippered up toe-tagged notepads bleed out
Words hit the page hear the silent shout
Body bags filled with the ghosts of my rage
My mind’s a coroner’s van haunted page by page
Red lines drip slick ink like a vein
Every stroke a crime scene heart full of pain
Chalk outlines of verses left behind
A morgue of my thoughts it’s my own design
Zippered up toe-tagged notepads bleed out
Words hit the page hear the silent shout
Body bags filled with the ghosts of my rage
My mind’s a coroner’s van haunted page by page
Bullet-point rhymes puncturing the night
The autopsy of dreams dissected in plain sight
Each stanza a victim each letter a clue
The pen's a scalpel slicing old wounds anew
Microphone’s my courtroom I’m pleading no case
I sentence my verses without a trace
Briefs filled with grief ruled by my hand
A poet’s confessional written in this land
Soul's the trigger every pull blows a page apart
Surgeon with precision but my craft's pure art
Toe tags on thoughts that never got to chart
Coroner's van holds my fears and my heartDripping paint like veins spilling red raw ink
Every thought's a diagnosis truth on the brink
Resurrecting letters that sink while I think
Bringing life from corpses flying faster than you blink
Shooting up the note pads zippered tight toe tagged
Bleeding dreams in the night pen's a rifle it’s jagged
Every line is a blade slicing truth from the haze
Word storms tearing through ink drowned in a rage mind of a coroner's Van note pads zippered up toe tied tagged up body bagged up in a coroner's van
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