Typed really fast and grammar probably sucks but oh well. First thing I've posted here in a while though I write 1-3 verses every day. Sword scrapes against the ground, he looks around but no enemies are found, not a single sound/They're after his mask, the symbol of justice But it justice for just us/For them it's a figure head for campeign of war and damn pain/While they sit back and pop champagne, it's a damn shame/ we gotta work, and he gotta hide, running, looking for a ride/Gotta protect it, the mask, don't ask, just try to help, before he's taken back to hell/If they'll even take him back, they don't need him, just the mask, but thier army cant do the task/To bring it back, because they lack the skill to catch or even kill/The coolest *****, he doesn’t fear the trigga/Head on straight, mask in the bag, can’t stop, can’t lag/If he does he’s done, they’ll put the mask on another and make the people think he didn’t die for his brothers/For the mothers, the sisters, and all the others/ take the mask to the grave that’s bound to early, he’s weak and his vision is getting kinda blurry/But he keeps on going, always knowing/That it aint about him, it’s about them/He can’t let em down, so he has to take the fight to the head clown out side the giant that is their building and he gets the feeling/That he’ll die within the walls and with him justice falls but fate calls so he gives it his all/Mask on his face, straight like lace/Twisted inside, as he goes in, to the end/ He looks the monster in the ey, and says hi/Hello my name is Complex, and I’m next/As the Coolest Emcee, so just envy, me/The monster doesn’t like that, so he bites back/Coolest ***** say what he proclaims as the coolest ***** aims, and spits crack through the mask as the monster gets wacked. Trapped behind the mask he cant ask questions any more, he gotta do more, gotta be more, but he cant so he just sits back and relax he doesn’t act, he just lets his pawns do the work as he digs deeper in the dirt to his own grave despite all that he gave as the coolest he has become the very cruelest and he sails on the winds of apathy and catastrophe happily causing pain as his true self is lost deep in his brain Inspired by the second verse of Hello/Goodbye (Uncool) by Lupe Fiasco which can be found in my sig.
