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You scream, I scream, about keeping it real.

THis is Jeremiah freestyling the other night

This is a clip from last night freestyling it was fun we crack eachother up

Not another witty idiom... keepin it with the motto... it’s been awhile since me and anyone were an item... more like tag.. cut loose when it comes to drag... hard for different patterns to match.. it’s a chase... but i ain’t Fletch... J-Sizzle a Leo.. so.. Catch me if you can...this girl’s feeling me like brail...girl are you blind?... o sir please be kind... Where’s Waldo? the 2’s hard to find...  a few stripes on the sweater.. a go getter.. a jet setter.. doing good.. but i could always be doing better....throwing my hat in the ring... she’s amazing but i only have time for a fling... so i can’t give out a ring.. only room for the 2’s in the ring...giving into temptation.. yea that’s tempting...might seem like im digging deep but i’m barely attempting...only some self exempting...it’s hard to make an exception... on a roller coaster things go up and down as fast as an erection... in a back and forth direction... too graphic?... well i draw graphic...it’s just how i have it.. high heels on and we role play ...so we stay in all night and day.. a bottle of pinot noir... we go off on my magic carpet away far...she rubs the lamp and out comes Jafar.. somewhat unexpected... guess dude was feeling neglected...

Feet in cold water it’s hard not to tremble... i feel the vibration from the bass... turn up the treble...a natural born rebel...my day is close and i feel incredible... its hard to quote.. imagine this... i get in my head and float... lost in space... how did i get so deep in this place?... look me in the face... do you see determination? bring that canvas around here boy it will be a fucking extermination....a long stroke... a deep stroke.. a back stroke... showing teeth like bram strok.....eeer....working with both hands it’s hard to say where the paint lands... or how the eagle lands.... making castles out of sand... they wash away into the land... on the edge of the world is where i will stand... anything is possible but nothing is certain.. with destiny we are flirting... lining up the cards to fall... in spring not fall...  grant me strength...and please lift me if i fall...keep my ears closed when the devil makes his calls... far from a saint.. please bless me though i worship the paint... not a role model.. just stepping up to take my role....running towards a goal....i have heart and yes i got soul...have to leave the homestead.. throw some signs on the road ahead..my imagination is on take-off... the chef stays in the kitchen... it’s a bake-off...

walking on incline....

no time to recline...

dark shades...

maybe some eyeliner..

it’s still all gravy..

no gap and fuck old navy..

consumerism..

someone save me..

i can't go in top shop...

damn another moon drop...

but the ball keeps spinning..

in a dim lite club...

can i take you back to the beginning?

on a losing streak..

but it feels like im winning..

a new ending..

and a new beginning..

drunk off words...

Such a lush..

could be by the brush..

might kick up my heels and cuss..

don’t mean to make a fuss...

a dreamweaver..

or a catcher..

sit back and let me paint a picture..

a different walk..

has me climbing a different stalk..

wish i could roll around with a model..

instead i hit the other sheets full throttle..

rolled around with a bottle...

things might defy...

sent a mass message out..

and got back no reply..

so why be shy?

Searching for something to say... still the beat in my head replays..

she’s with me when I sleep, but where in the day does she stay?

the skies are blue... but could be grey....she said. “ you look like a sun ray..

tonight with me stay?.. Only when my eyes are shut do we play..

when i wake i know she won’t be with me here today.. still.. it’s okay...

imaginary women look better thru screens.. away from the brush i can’t ween..

goals have no time for heartbeats.. it’s hard enough to find beats..

you keep my hands moving.. i hope im improving...

i hope i can be moving... by force i keep it moving..

to who are you proving? things need to be asked..

why are our faces covered?.. why are we masked?

in the light we should bask...”ohh” now another task...

guess tasks become chores... chores become eyesores...

eyesores become scores... why can’t we settle?

the temperatures rising and steam is coming out of the kettle..
 

Life is gravy. J never shop at old navy. And I paint like I'm trying to save me.. Look at me and how I aspire... To much thinking and my mind is on fire... What am I building? An empire... I'm still up front so I don't plan to tire... Or should I say retire.. I can hold the brush you admire.... Maybe you caught my work around town or at saphire...I live my life in an altered mind state.. Where is my altered mate. real talk rather have a date.. Before the end she might know the fate.. Dear these headlights are bright.. And she said damn j those pants are tight... She said I got a serious case of the illi's... And I give haters the red spotted willi's...

I see everything... Keep my neck on a swivel... Don't mean to reveal... But j sizzle is a rebel.. Of a different stripe... No matter what they say ...o he's my type... No hype the smokes all real.. Come up it's okay to feel... Felt so long I went numb... And 2 rights don't equal the sum.... Changing directions on a whim... Lowlights dim... I had to switch my sights... Turn off the flashylights... Foreign travel and sites... Distant travels and flights.. But this ain't no pattern.. I'm going out around Saturn.. Path less traveled... It appears my spool of thread unraveled... Maybe I should get out of the saddle... They don't want me to get down and battle...

Never fold under pressure.. I am a Man of a different measure... Digging in the next x like I'm looking for treasure.. And life is always sandy on the beach... On my tiptoes still I reach.. Others just tip.. Others just dip...I'm Not the sword im just the tip.... Get on the canvas and let err rip.... Hunger to wander like a nomad.. Damn I'm bout to go mad... Too many nights here and my city don't see me.. And these fuckers love to hate. But wish they were me.. Mr vall's just can't spell.. Don't worry I still give the verbs and nouns hell... Maybe it ain't fair. Shit maybe it's the long hair...