RINGFINGER

Dye the paper red know im so sincere
In the booth blindfolded know I been here
Heros less than a million
Thrifted gold they wear
Being shared not my burden to bear
I love samples I love what was
Bring paired
With what lives in my palm lines
My blood lines
My blood eyes
What was mine
How could I
Ever stay there
Heven sent god strong
Singing messages repairing
My thumbs Im less stressed when I writе these songs
A pairing of 2 times
A marriagе of 2 tones
Black hoodie white microphone
I look in uniform
"I do" you loop
Keep form past cuniform
Old age grey hair
Bump extension on the rocking chair
Take all the feeling, wear and tear
Share what make me scared
Look up from the silence
And your right there
Love you Spinning sun
The center of my palm
Rap music

( Verse 2 )
( brentbronze )

South Paw, doused in Salt the wound pound for pound rubbed raw, the scar on my heart
I dove into music, rose into blues grew from the pavement
Celebrate my engagement
Silhouette of the woman and man trading verbal blows on my bedroom wall
Couldn't rest the humanity was fading from terrible marks on my palms
Earbuds plugged the thunderous yells and shielded my soul from the calls of hatred
A surreptitious savior, sacred the bass laced with vocals traced in rhymes, punchlines, and drum breaks
This shit rescued me from the pain
I'll never get married to the game, she got too many others to save, but she'll always be mine cause every rhyme is dedicated to every beautiful day we spent
Birdsong my spirit sings
I'm indebted to the Jays, the dilla's and Z's
It was a diligence that lead me to mix my blood into ink
Every stanza and scheme is heartfelt, that's the heart on the sleeve
I dove into to music but it didn't get harder to breathe
It got easier
It was here before me and it'll be here after
I still love her, common sense told me it's ok if we don't stay the same
Grow apart but always a part of me
For her i leave my ringfinger empty