Accent:
The heart of this artist harbors a harshness
From horrible hardships so hardily harnessed
That are hardly harmless, he harps on his harvest
Dissatisfied with a lack of pride as he travels by harlem, the bronx and yonkers
On the mta with an empty page he wants to set ablaze
Cause every day the stressful rage so heav'ly weighs
His reddened face reflects the pain of what his pen won't say
Then a meshed array of senseless phrases 'gain send him astray
Things get in his way, the bus spouts some steam
Some get out and leave, others surround his feet
Mumbling now but he reluctantly scrounges themes
Which come from the childish dreams that smother profounder things
Such are the sounds they sing but window becomes a lens
Magnifier for passerbyers and so discovers them
The laughers, criers and clappers, sighers that both lift up his chin
And match his silence with raps that pry up his poetry's sunken gems
Coldly this one begins, from the darkest depths
He architects what starts with breath and marks his left arm's flesh
But hopeful this one will end, cause he's no longer vexed
He forms a set of sounds that stretch beyond his trip
Polina goudieva & accent:
This too shall pass, when ya day turns to night
Like nothing in ya life is goin' right
This too shall pass, when you trapped on a ledge
And you one step closer to the edge
This too shall pass, but lookin' out the window
When on a movin' vehicle is very beneficial
Feelin' better again is an achievable task
Like the scenery we see through the glass, this too shall pass
Kinetics:
Remember this when you are weaponless
A fresh breath of air for the preference of a pessimist
I press the restin' regiments to resurrect their weapons
Invest in a better destiny, never be rendered effortless
Whether or not the weather is temperature we envision
Forever we must be clever, endeavor for better livin'
And never be givin' in, i been livin' a smart vow
Ready to embark now, and get out of these dark clouds
So i take a journey worthy of murderin' all my worry
I'm perfectly purgin' all of my burnin' urges and fury
Lookin' out this bus window that's covered with all the flurry
Like middle fingers on television, everything i see is blurry
I start to meditate, movin' through the city
Take the loser and the pity, and removin' it within me
Therapeutic and a witty way of leavin' the past
I can breathe and relax, watchin' the scenery pass
And converse with the birds chirpin' dispersed on the earth's surface
Whenever the worst serpents emerge from the earth's furnace
Rehearsin' a verse first when the dirt and the turf worsen
Immersed in a curse worse than the birth of the first person
I burst with a verse first, whenever rain is above
Maybe i'll write some poetry to break the chains and the cuffs
The best lines i ever wrote were on a train and a bus
So i hop the subway when my brain's in a fuss
Yo public transportation is my love and inspiration
Took a drug and medication and confronted desolation
My man acc said it, i quoted it and promoted it
Wrote it into my motive and momentarily flow with it
