JuiceAtomic ~ “Reversed”
With zippers on my wrists,-
And a mic in my iron fist.
Tortured soul. Broad shoulders.-
The heart of a lyricist.
And, pure bliss…-
Isn’t destined for this kind of pugilist.
Fighting battles within my head,-
Since I was “no bigger than this.”
I started to rampage with a pen,-
Never an opportunity missed.
I’m continuing the tradition,-
Of fine wordsmiths and catalysts.(pause)
Who insist on being-
real craftsman with the verse.
The last of the flow-hicans,-
I go for the scalp first.
I listen to the radio-
And think it can’t get any worse.
It’s all hunger for greed,-
When it should be knowledge that they thirst.
Atomic is primed for an outburst.
Of this beautiful art,-
This gift and this curse.
I nursed my mind back to health,-
So I could go for the title purse.
No time to rehearse,-
There’s only time to disperse.
You can buy their wack-stuff on ITunes,-
You’ll wish you were reimbursed.
It’s just chatter about females, cash,-
And bodies in a hearse.
None of it can be unsaid,-
And stupid can never be reversed.