i aint written in time
 

i sit in the breezey wind....... high in doubt / i slowly begin freezing from the inside out / if i open my mouth then the coldness'll get me now / and for eternity ill wonder why you ..LET ME DOWN... //
now anger builds inside me screaming but hidden, / feeding and living off the part thats needing and giving, / till the feeling has risen and someone rapes it some more, / Till I TAKEN SO MUCH SHIT I CANT TAKE IT NO MORE //
now ive had enough ...of all this shit,/dont wanna call it quits but you've fucking called it bitch,/ my tears slowly fallin thick but im emotionally drained, / emotionally shamed to think u wanna engross in my pain..........lalalalaaaaaaa


this is better in audio

ehhh you really need to work on your punches imagery pretty much everything only thing you have is tha Flow

i liked it but you need to take the "lalalalaaaa" out

I actually liked this a fair amount.
I wasn't feeling the fucking, bitch, shit in it, but... yeah.

Rolling my fucking eyes out the sockets at comment #1.
"You need more punches in this, dawg, it a weak battle verse, yo!" Dumbass.

i think the flow goes good. words are alright. next time drag ur meaning out longer. still keep it up

u need some work...a lot of work