Since no one read my 1st
 

I kept tossing ang turning, eyes burnng
yerning for a moment of sweet sleep
id pay a farmer just to throw one sheep
cool and dark, couldnt see a soul
thought i heard to bubble of a packed bowl
rays of light bounced off the floor
smoke trickaled in under the door,score
The a mist forms, out of nowhere to escape
then some eyes and a face began to take shape
Nas apeared before me, as ghost that night
telling me I should more time when I write
jumbled medafores and misplace meaning
Got my tung tide and Micphone fiending
words become picture, vidid as kodak
air wisles, the spearker begin to crack
lyrics get scribled all over the track
As if freshly writen, on a glosey back
He spoke of images of everyday events
Religion and a nation of only 5 percent
paint with my words, and brush with my tung
For the wise, the journy has only just begun
the visualition began to dislove away
then like on Q the sun cracked day
fuck it, it was to early god damn anyway
Skew It on the Bar-B, illmatic emcee
The 5 deady vemons race inside of me
Old School Favor like a addias B-boy
On a mission of peace and destroy
Rebuild a nation, repopulation
Backpacker dump tracks on there back
G's stop talking about slanging crack,
My flow save lifes as it's takes control
With rare souls that hear my voicals
It signals there death like a banshee
maybe, I'll grab my nuts and holded on
There Aint no fat lady,
And this ain't the end last song
So do it for the pen, pad, the word
Do it for underground the weak and unheard
for the 2 am, late night insomea writers
gettig the drop on the 2 pm beat bitters
Do it for the Reels that just don't stop.
for those yelling out HIP HOP HIP HOP

shit this was dope for a newb

I really felt it, it had nice flow and nicer content i was Really feelin it, i think you could be a very good writer after some time, evry nice peice, could u pls reply to on of the peices in my sig......thanks

not a bad attempt for a new boy......Gud attempt

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