VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy

She’s sick and
I feel like I’m morphine
I’m her drug
Now we’re steady
A constant eroding
I’m in a state of conflict
She stuck
Somebody come and get her off of this proverbial stick

She’s sick
She can’t stop
But I swear to God
Every time I look she’s taking another hit
She’s sick

Babe, please, let’s stop
She’s just counting the seconds on the clock
Baby we don’t need the pain to stop to love from the top
She cooking it up on that spoon with all that she’s got
Hey let’s think twice before you plunge that lot into our life
She’s fighting me
It’s like she hates me,
She escapes me with a strife that cuts like a serrated knife
I’m making my way through her fog
She’s faking her way through my song
I’m giving her one more chance to live
As she looks into my eyes with bliss
Today
This love story ends. 

Feel my pain

No i mean,

Hold these blue balls

I just say what’s on your walls

Like that blacklight poster 

I’m jumping off the wall

Your tripping

I’m pricking you and your mom’s

This is a double murder, 

Yeah I got two voodoo dolls

I’m sorry did I offend?

Well I guess this flow is solid once again

Cuz some of you bitches are flowers

To these bees knees

Which means 

You find me a-pollen

This dope ass rhyme keeps crawling

From the inside out

Your hope a lass is dying

But my ass is whipped 

I must be under her spell that binds me

Cuz she could grab me , strike me

Attack me with scratches

Attack while she’s laughing

This woman is all I can imagine dragging!

So much for her witchcraft

This girl is about to feel my wrath it’s tragic

Is this even actually happening?

As i stab at her

We both are blackening

She sticks a stake in my back

There’s blood on her 

Blood on my mic

I guess we’ll just drip drop this track out

Drain out to this shot clock

Bleed out together non stop

Drip drop it won’t stop!

This game is played out

Let’s weigh our hell and heaven

Let’s play again.

This is 9 lives

Bitch, I’m on number eleven

Submissive submission

Picture this

Cuz I’m so visual with it

Darkness so dark

You could never envision this

Now twist it tight and exhale

Frightened cold breathe

Rolling over my soul

Intensive caring eyes

Let us set sail 

Let’s Crack bones with thoughts too much 

To think about, but you experience them with me and through me

I wan’t your lips

To wear my words

Your skin…

I wanna slit it up from down 

And back again

With my slinky sharp tongue

And every wound you leave open for me

I’m meeting with a stinging kiss

From A burning hot sun, shit

This is citrus acid 

And I’m just sanitizing this rinse

So maybe I’m a little bat shit 

You see dark, but you miss my wings

Cuz I keep them behind you

They stare blindness straight through you!

They connect the dots between me and you

One wing is good

The other is equally good at being bad

They balance this fight or flight right on out

They scale my justice

And when I get close to you

You always run and hide

I know you feel heavy as fuck inside

Head stuck in a dark cloud…

You’re straight up waiting to fall

Like a hard rain!

But your reign is here

Not on the way down

And your worries

We can leave them buried beneath the earth

So let’s climb the fuck up

While everyone else slides down a little

We can all meet in the middle

And balance the world out

Lighten my soul up!