A Soldiers Distress...
 

I stand alone, looking at the demise of this sickness..
the dust settles, I hear a few cries in the distance..
of little children, locked within this panic and fear..
the damage severe, what if I had family here?..
would I still hold this gun? would I have to fight?..
would I laugh tonight if my child met the afterlife?..
these questions I can't answer, the bubble just bust..
I see thousands of memories trapped under rubble and dust..
just a city of smoke, I pity the folk that are left in this zone..
all those swept from their homes without flesh on their bones..
and I'm no hero, how can I believe I'm a better man..
when I'm surrounded by terror and a legion of skeletons?..
theres no need for itelligence, it's plain to see..
that this child in my arms was slain by me..
and the rotting flesh fills the air with a terrible smell..
now a city of ghosts stand at the gates of heaven and hell..
and I'm panicking, cos the pool of blood I'm standing in..
is luke warm, my boots torn, feet covered in bandages..
my body aches, my hands wobbly, shake from the torment..
whilst the world hails the victory as the greatest performance..
they've ever seen, but this dreaded dream is never-ending..
the thoughts of death, sores on flesh and severed tendons..
is killing me! yet I march with a task to slaughter..
carrying only a rifle, my pride and a flask of water..
I hate this shit! a dictatorship, no soul is equal..
we've fueled the fire of a fools desire to control his people.
my tears are invisible, I could break a bone..
and I'd still be expressionless wearing this face of stone..
so unmask this demon, and put a hole in my chest..
break both my bones and my flesh, allow this soldier to rest....

Peace
One

would I still hold this gun? would I have to fight?..
would I laugh tonight if my child met the afterlife?..
these questions I can't answer, the bubble just bust..
I see thousands of memories trapped under rubble and dust..
just a city of smoke, I pity the folk that are left in this zone..
all those swept from their homes without flesh on their bones..
and I'm no hero, how can I believe I'm a better man..
when I'm surrounded by terror and a legion of skeletons?

Definitely one of your best flows, It jus went so well together, Good read

Damn this Flow was Amazing ,,,, This right here is the best joint i have read by you , , , ,Wordplay was Blazing , this joint is defininately on of the Illest shit i have read in R-B

when I'm surrounded by terror and a legion of skeletons?..
theres no need for itelligence, it's plain to see..
that this child in my arms was slain by me..
^^^^My favorite Lines

aight let me join in, get my fuckin point in, get this mutha fuckin joint in, i curse you kill ya mother murder your brother an say it again. livin life like my nine is my very best friend, i do it again every single day try to learn from the sick spit that i spray dont fuckin mess wid this shit today.

^^^
Get of the crack Homes

DAMN FAM U ON FIRE FOSHo i Loved the Wordplay we should do a collabo sooon u got my aim and hotmail HOLLA

no doubt boss..

uppin this...

my body aches, my hands wobbly, shake from the torment..
whilst the world hails the victory as the greatest performance..

wonderful contrast...I hope that the soldiers reflect on this one...Ill spit dunn...my brother, show them what we got...peace

thanks uppin

very good...
end was predictable...
but the content
your emotion all
kept up nicely...
it flowed very well too

thanks dunz...appreciate the comments...

Up we Go

Damn that was some tight shit, this right here was my fav. lines.....

my body aches, my hands wobbly, shake from the torment..
whilst the world hails the victory as the greatest performance..
they've ever seen, but this dreaded dream is never-ending..
the thoughts of death, sores on flesh and severed tendons..
is killing me! yet I march with a task to slaughter..
carrying only a rifle, my pride and a flask of water..

Thanks..
uPP

UPPin this classic archive material..

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