SMILIN FACEZ
Explainer: Get thee behind me satan.
I see you lurkin’ beneath those smirkin’ at me.
Man, I can see through you.
When you smile in my face harboring dark thoughts on my disgrace. Trust, I don’t misconstrue you when your eyes try to conceal the hate, hoping I fall off & get displaced. I’m still gonna continue to turn a blind eye because I know the devil is a lie & he is gonna use you to attempt to tempt me clown.
Somebody said the ‘setback circus’ was in town. So many smoggy-smoke filled mirrored images, reflecting off the one who entices you, showin’ you the fastest way to lay in the ground ALL the while your teeth hang out your mouth like inevitably intellect & intuition won’t find you out.
Garishly grandiose schemes of the worst extremes for me is what you wish, for what? Why? What’s that all about?
Why do you yearn to see me crawl cause I’m standing tall?
Why must I downfall, or drop the ball?
Just to satisfy your lust for the chance to see maybe another companion to accompany you on your road of misery.
Such a piss-poor pity, unwittingly, the demonic aura emanating from your eyes, reeking of animosity emits on almost electric envious green gas that powers numerous nefarious neon lights inviting me to engage in the triflin’ traps of the spreaders of spite & compete in continuing contest of the inflated by ignorance-induced egos itching for a futile fight.
But know I say No to negativity.
I’m not interested, more invested in right, so I’mma stay safe in the light to procrastinize or better yet, delay my demise & try not to get hit in the back by bitter blades of the knives that have been derogatorily derived. Always keeping in mind that the congeniality of the surface of the countenance you turn to me is consistently contrived. Simply a smile & to boot, deviously, deceitful, in other words,
Smilin’ Facez rarely tell the truth.
Hol’ Lat
What up doe?!