Composition: Rising Time

Expectations bestoweth me. Oppressed in orange, I score. It’s a role reversal take over. Whoreacle did more than the one with all the over toning geek-leak in his speak. Tonight, I’m connecting my buds through the wallflowers, so I can listen in on the tower. I made it already in hell’s kitchen and trust me, won’t you be pleased that there was no cake involved. Anti-raking agent swimming and raking all the silico-lo throughout your dro. Hybrid horizon. It’s rising time and I’m gazing right through your station. Yeah, and I’m not Nas, but guarantee that my mazers are looping through you. So, do everything except for be blue. Yeah, yeah, best to stay on subject when I’m truckin’. Interjecting materials into your canister. We’re throwing up the Lord’s banner. And, if you got a problem you can talk to *** *** Tanner. Teach you to steal my Contra-Nintendo game, little bitch. Ha! Pop some slime. 808 Bass forever.

© 2012, S.D. McKinley

By S.D. McKinley

S.D. McKinley lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. He was born in the first half of the 1980's and grew up in Wisconsin as a young boy, then moved to Georgia when he turned exactly twelve years old. During teenage years, he raced dirt track go karts and played guitar. He discovered his current love for all kinds of art after his mid-life crisis at 25 years old. S.D. McKinley began writing books in 2017.

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