Suitcase Lyrics Review

by Jack Age 15
(Northfield, MN)

Rotting corpse starving for perfection,
Brain over loads with life's conceptions ,
Lungs disperse a blistering tone,
Functions greased to loosen as I strut alone,
That's the path that a prefer, the trail that I walk,
Creativity flows through me like a lightning's shock,
Storm rolling in to flood the soil,
Mess of flesh cleaned up with aluminum foil,
One brain marches with no sign of death,
I'll donate my limbs till I release a final breath,
The more my wrists feel the metal tighten,
I remember the mental abilities that I take pride in,
Sweatband fills, poring sweats of thought,
Scriptures still burning in my pocket to rot,
Dreams of a way to perspirate,
To end mind erosion release the hook from the bate,
Jaw is glued to my paper,
The worlds next traitor,
a savior,
Tsunami dictator


Chorus:
Night stick whips, Face discolored,
Pain and a bruise, my vocal box won't stutter,
Projection hollers, wolf howls at the moons half,
My mind spins, I stumble and the towers collapse,
Nuts and bolts, come in waves,
Humans life a pulsing shovel, tossing soil for their graves,
The slaves

Verse 2:
Let it infect you, my paper shrapnel,
let it lodge in your skin, grab life by its handles,
Eat my disease, Consume what a breathe,
Clarity of vision is a check to succeed,
Machine gun shells lie on the concrete,
Enemies win only through defeat,
Veins untangle, no longer a puzzle,
Stop digging your grave, as meat turns to muscle,
Hospitals Flood, no cure for my ink grenades,

Majority disperse, Blind patients fade,
Earth of flat, seas of fear,
Lies run like rapids between your ears,
Pin stripes cook on a melting pot,
A fire of flaming blue inked plots,
Eyes of gray transform to blue,
The same blood clotted color from the landscapes bruise,
As I see a nation unfold from my hoarse lungs throat,
I realize I continue to drown in a one species moat,

Chorus: ...

Verse 3:
Savages scalp the hairs of majority,
Inventions of predictions in the records historically,
I am out casted, I am fed to the jaws,
By numbers of tribes with hypocritical laws,
Teeth shred my paper, but can't destroy the mind,
Although there is one life I survive for nine,
I curse with a purpose, I write to break the bricks,
Stacked upon one another, I toss hail makers with my broken fists,
It matters more to me to open ones brain,
I'll take picket signs, I'll bleed, ship me bullets of rain,
Cause my pen is my bullet, my sweat my rain,
My fist the key to shatter the chains,
My heart is a pumping army not to mess with,
You fuck with me I'll put in a body bag, Don't test this,
Once I go off I'm a fucking bomb,
I can light my fuse to this fucking song,
I can stand up with mother fucking broken bones,
Carvings on paper so I can curse when I explode,

....... Try to carry this mother fucking load