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Fucka E-gangster's shit, read this
Weathers Affects I take a walk outside for fresh air and a quick smoke I take a look into the sky where the clouds have broke The sun announces its presence with heavenly beams I feel happy for a few seconds Then I slip through the scene... My mind awakens with a session of violent thoughts I find the window, clouds rise the aggression I've sought The rain disturbs the peace of mind that keeps the fear at bay I strain to stay calm, but my thoughts just spear the display droplets break upon my brow, causing tumultuous sounds fingernails rake my crown, blood trickles and emotions drown The grey nothingness of the sky releases the darkness inside I lay motionless and cry from deep wounds of the mind Sleet and snow begin to pour, the rain is gone with the thunder I plead to know why my sores grow with the death of summer A loss of innocense is noted onces the skys become dark I cross over-shadowed plains to peaks of pain where I start cerimoniously destroying all in myself that was once pure and victoriously start employing thoughts of the obscure suddenly the sun rises above the majesty of the mountain and my views run through the glove of tragedy's fountain The light brushes my face like soft linen in the spring and comes through the window in beautiful filtered streams I take a walk outside for fresh air and a quick smoke I take a look into the sky where the clouds have broke The stars awake feeling gone for so long I'm angry for a few seconds Then the retchidness is far gone... |
you are so wack and you try so hard to fit in
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^I know :)
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this was okay in a way you just need a little more practice than you'll get there
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lol, thanks for the feedback
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yo i jus strait up didnt like it i mean u need to work on ya flow and all kid.............................
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^right...
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ermmmm ya need ta work on ya flo,, buh i fink it gud...
keep ritin n u'll get ere... one |
i agree wit baron mind..i really aint one to judge buh you need to hang out wit da popcorn thugz lol up ya flow and try again...u wack as hell
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this coming from someone who has "my guns bust when I say go go gadget"
I could rhyme like that if I wanted it... yo my hands are like wool in winter......... they hold heat... fuck that shit... |
good one split i agree wat a sig.................you kno wat try battlin! some peepz are better at open mic,freestlye,and then there battlin and thatwaz a pretty funny diss
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i think this should go in the poem place cause this looks like a poem
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