A PLAY OF GLANCES
A play of glances
A skinny chance
Don’t wanna love you
I just wanna make you dance
You’ve got a plague of doubts babe
All down to the red line
Don’t need no color shading
You could run this game to shine
We all got doubts hey
We all feel the crushing signs
Take a breath just to escape
In a second stepping to the front line
We all break monthly hey
Breathe it back to truly think
Push past a red line rager
His future’s a toilet or a sink
Play it cool likes it’s easy lately
feed on questions for knowledge daily
Strangers add me but they can’t play me
Escape shady IP Address girls with the scabies
Dr Dre me some Hargen Daz and beats from the 80’s
Delay ya neg feedback gee, let me roll a club on my left knee
Let me take it back to the coasts of ebony
Oh when Heaven beckons,
use my right in a fight I’m a weapon
I got some tens on my friends list
Won’t sleaze it out on a death wish
Unfriend me when I’m a drunk fish
A golden zen fist on my right wrist
A light bit of dope crisp
Trychomes oh my night wish
A sweet dish
Like licorice, whip me like I’m innocent
To School these fools like it’s all day,
Stay at home with my girl prey
On my fears to make me stronger
Work it love to make it longer
I’ll burn brighter than the tightest pussy
I buy generic choke on your Gucci
I keep it real, my girl she never moody
She’s the beauty that I know can always move me
CHORUS: I got tens on my friends list
But that’s not why I exist
I can’t pretend out a death wish
The night is crisp, baby come along to this
FEVER FOR A FIRE:
I got chafed by the rust
Feeling none too plussed
Now I’m dangerous
I got no friends to trust
And I won’t catch a cold from
A demon called lust
You know I feel no shame
I got a pound for the pain
burn my lover mary jane
Good to see them again
My hallucinations
I dare not explain
I fire shots on your frame
Maintain all the claims
I am evil and insane
Got a fever for a fire
Got a patch for the matches
It’s a fact I am matchless
Wipe you all out in batches
I got a fever like fire
I’m the name to your pain
Atrocious trout lipped
Precocious fuck your game
NO FEAR OF FAILURE:
I roll like a rusty fucked up freight train
That’s on fire w a driver dat got but half a brain
Stitching up his head like a zipper stained, infected membranes
Half deranged, kill the monkey mind, I am free to be my friend again
Novacaine,
the quest I’m heaped with
Fly too low then eat cliffs
Shine the light to eclipse
All manner of disorder
Fraud to slaughter, eat the shit, a mountain you’ve been heaped with
Shine the blade to spit perfect
Nervous wreck, kicking on some Percocet
This worthless cheque, I ain’t earned it yet
Disses to respect, dues paid, NO YOU scratched the deck
Die thrice
Show me that other side
Play it nice
I am prone to suicide
Can’t do much right
But I try my hardest motley
Pussy by Brett Whitely
Done and dusted
Contested hotly
When I’m gone just scribbled paper
I jotted down while chilled in nature
What I did and for whom,
I did all right now, not later NO fear of failure
BYE FELICIA, MY LIFE'S DOPE
Hazed for days
By human torture
How she’s doing me
Is what her god taught her
Pretty shitty wife
But an excellent daughter
All my dreams for slaughter
Taking all her orders
In her mind enraged blind
Capsized to disorder
Cuts my soul to quarters
Taking stupid orders
Every time that I taught her
Splitting a quarter
She’s the victim
Any time I’m brought up
Every time that I fought ya
Under that bridge water
She’s the victim squawker
any time I’m brought up
You were right
That bitch was fucked up
A drain on my luck
Lucky I had cash to duck
A pocket full of hope
Got me smashed
Got me soaked
Steal me out some love
With some cash
From the Pope
It’s got me eating hash
Stealing scope
We’ll elope
Down with all her dressing
I’m confessing
My life’s dope
Pocket full of haters
Bye Felicia
See you later
Onwards upward skaters
Hide your pride
Instigator
Work what your god gave ya
Give your head to your neighbor
Sneaking around and not straight up
You’re a bitch, crying after we break up
A wretched role call
For righteous
Bitches high on nitrous
I knife this
Slice of a night wish
Damn near OD lifeless
Burst the bubble
With precise wits
I’m half right
When I’m half lit
Fuck all your needs
For a doctors script
Go tat for tit
Lose hard to this
Fuck all certificates
I’m not mad
But I am sick
It must be hard to
Deal with dealership
Soaked up in fits
Staring at some tits
Auto fix my nose
With rinky dink
Adrenaline running, cops coming
Karaoke caught a snitch
If I catch you singing
It’s lights out,
No more living
Can’t learn in time
I’m bourbon swigging
Not forgiving
I can write real good
N’ straight oh something proper
You’d do me a service
To pass the acid dropper
I look back smiling on the classics
Dennis Hopper/Tyson’s clobber
Roll joints for my rivals
I’m the kind for survival
Death can be so insightful
I escaped your disciples
Girl you’re so damn delightful
I’m the heir, I’m the rightful
I’m the hype, served by knife full
I’m the sights on a rifle
I knock them out like I’m Niquel
Drop them high like an Eiffel
Choke the air till they’re stifled
Death can be so insightful
(I got) Spiteful smiles to their pleas,
dead before they drop a knee
Beg what of me?
If it comes to me
It’s gone too far to truly see
PROMISE KEEP
My dirty vice
Is bad advice
That you heed
And pay the price
It’s nasty nice
To roll the dice
To cop a slice
Of sweet relief
Outclass Po Lice
Out last the night
Then breakfast brief
With a thief
Tender as some beef
Scarred by streets
Noble as a chief
Just Never free
A dead headed
kind of sleep
Don’t look just weep
I promise keep, promise. Promise, promise keep
JADE TOOTH
I’m a nasty hand full
That leads by example
A tainted sample
Evidence tapped out on an anvil
I make some side cash,
hell it’s an easy way to living
Count all my stacks
toasted wheezing chilling
Passively waiting on some strife
that leads to a killing
Got a horse for my heart rate
train track for its rhythm
I’ll break you out of prison
From your fears and all misgivings
It’s more than once a year
my tale gets gory
Oh don’t trust a punk to tell my story
Ya gotta go through war to get the glory
Medals bore me. Born of blood the crowd adores me
Oh no you can’t touch me
Don’t know where I’ve been,
you don’t know what I’ve seen
some shit that cannot be unseen
Watch you fade like a scene
While I smoke like a fiend
chugging down Jimmy Beam
self destructive fuck machine
Illiterate bliss
Kicked off to blast it on stage
So depraved to delay the poison decays
I’ve turned so strange
As I stumble in vain
I’m feeling humbled insane
These memories are my pain
My soul is brittle and stained
I stumble humbled by proof
I climb up the nearest roof
I’m gliding fly away from all of you
This chronic green got me high and good
Sweet pretend, that bottle kills my pain my friend
Could you lend a lie that its far away my end
Never trust a punk to tell your story
You have to walk through war for glory
All of your courtesans bore me
Bring me war, death shall reward me
TEARS ON AN ANVIL:
Bloodless coup
My heartless
Sharp fits
Lumped in with the shit
Hold to quit
And all avenues lead to known
Cripple my system
A viral lip to strained
I could feed the flesh
To numb
Look at what’s been done
Guilty fears to tread
Leave me bleeding slow
Kill me clear of dread
Hear me crying low
Crushed ice
Vile suede
My light
way laid
I’m sensing ill will
Evil in that anvil
Your defense’s will
Never stop a pencil
Hi! My name is Douglas Radcliffe. I write stories, songs and poems. I'm an Australian living in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Well I am sort of stuck here. My partner and I are saving to move to Vietnam so we can make a lot more money teaching English. I have an 11 month old daughter and I love being a dad. I write songs and rap every day and I hope you will enjoy more of my work in the future. Please upvote! any votes will change my families life for the better!