"Tempest"

"The Green Beast Ė My struggle with DP"


The Green Beast Ė My struggle with DP

 

The beast is hidden inside of a glass pipe

More terrifying than a park on a dark night

Steps slowly, paranoid, my eyes get cast right

Then left, I only took nine but I hear ten steps

And when breath- refuses to come, the fear wells up

This is realityÖ it could be hell but, and the well cut

Paranoia is green born, my dreams storm come thundering

Towards me in a mean form, inescapable

Surrounding and claustrophobic, understandable but you

Have to be lost to know this

so scared that you just want to notch slow slits

Into your wrist and shout god come on letís go bitch!

 

let it all complete, jolt expected and on beat

The sky is falling in and all its pieces landing on me

got the weight of the world but Itís almost expected

only time I find relief is after I get rejected

 

Inspected my mind just to find myself vacant

so I start to rhyme And the time gets complacent

and the horror recedes and I know that Iíll get through

so just lean on hip-hops shoulder when life tests you

 

sometimes depression is just hard to fight

the smallest thing can seem to leave you scarred for life

a troubled youth thatís seemingly marred with strife

I guess learning through mistakes is just hard to like

Nightmares that seem to travel in plain clothes

In the darkest place youíll never see the rainbows

And the dreams hit you hard and always aims low

Thinking your insane well the same goes

 

Struggle, Iím self medicated-

A level of understanding as if Iíd meditated

Iíve never hated, anything but myself

Seven levels of hell well Iíve struck my twelfth

 

Inspected my mind just to find myself vacant

so I start to rhyme And the time gets complacent

and the horror recedes and I know that Iíll get through

so just lean on hip-hops shoulder when life tests you

 

I donít remember being naught but a loser

Guess thatís the perception when you become a user

I choose ta- escape instead of facing life

It wonít make it any better like a racing stripe

 

But I guess itís just about the placebo

The universe a circus and Iím in the gazebo

What do they mean though- when they say itís wrong?

Seems to me I found an existence within my bong

And then itís gone.

 

The experience is over

aint nothing left like death coming to yoda

I disappear and my universe is equal

I know Iíll be back, canít wait for the sequel

 

I inspect my ~mind~ just to ~find~ myself vacant

Start to rhyme till the ~time~ gets complacent

Let the horror recede, let me know that Iíll get through

So just lean on hip-hops shoulder when life tests you

Back To Artwork