Due to the restraints in place during the competition I haven't really been able to post a new set of lyrics in a while. So, I'm back. Free from the torments of a severe lack of 'the's and 'and's. How fun eh? Anyways... Here's a little rap thing I wrote last night. Hope you like it. *shrugs* "The Love Of The Land" I don't really know why but I've been feelin' more adventurous these days, Livin' my life knowin' that at any moment my life can change, And change is what I fear so I'm makin' sure that I don't change, It's like the release of so much tension that's been buildin' up for days, And days seem to drag on like years in my mind, I feel deranged, A slave to my mental train wreck which blew up like a grenade, Into flames which engulfed the world surroundin' it the same way a parade, Gets people movin' their feet like a fat rat that's just got paid, I'm tryna understand two words that begin with l, love and lust, So far I've figured out that lust is must not have any trust, but, Love is like a dove that has come down from above, Only to get shot down by fuckers who think that lust equals love, Okay wait, why am I yappin' stuff that most people understand? Because they arrogance and ignorance can kick up like the sand, And make these feelings mix and blend to make the other one seem bland, But fuck bland and metaphors of sand, it's the love of the land, ah that's right, I took this one girl out a few weeks ago now, that's right, I felt she took advantage of me as we ate under moonlight, that's right When she decided that the feelin' wasn't right, that night, Slipped her hands into my wallet felt around, but that's alright, I didn't mind, felt kinda inclined to give her a good time, She asked for drinks all night, I paid up like "Really it's fine," Then the next day I called her up she'd given me false belief, This dude called John answered the phone and said "Fucker, she's with me!" Look who's the fool now, he said he'd find me and beat me down, Beat me so far into the ground I'd have to level it out, He didn't care 'bout jail time even though my actions weren't planned, He said "Fuck the law of the land, it's the love of the land that counts," But I really think that he had it all messed up and confused, You see I was spreadin' lust 'cause his love was more like abuse, I didn't think about it at the time but that girl really was bruised, I mean physically bruised man, her body looked like bad fruit, So what's this love of the land that man was chattin' about? I thought that love was like hugs and kisses not "When's the next bout, I feel like knockin' some bitch out, that bitch bein' you no doubt, Fuckin' shut up the fuck up bitch, no one can hear your bitch shout!" Now I feel kinda bad for accusin' her of takin' advantage of me, You see I never knew she was tryna escape this domestic Ali, I mean like Mohammed Ali who can pack a punch and a half, A punch so hard it'll break that girls heart, more than in half, And leave her broken on the floor cryin' for help from someone, But no one could hear her cryin' over the sound of John's gun, And as for the love of the land? It's not lookin' anywhere near as what you might call grand, Tryin' to keep my cool as I speak from the witness stand, Tryin' to portray how this man called John should be jailed for time, For breakin' not just the law but love of this here, Great British land, But knowin' how the system works or more like how the system fails, He'll be walkin' free next week due to his pay of 500 for bail, And then he'll runaway, never to return for his sentance to jail, Then he'll be caught and held in Italy 'til their system also fails.