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Shorty Again.
Ink on this paper and ink on my skin
memories burnt where my soul used 2 been. Sold my soul to get this far, out of options that the devil can’t ignore. Seeing an opportunity like an open door can I shut it behind me or can I find another floor? Questions of doubt and insecurity arise, as life comes to a point where decisions have to be tried. Studied and lied, focused and fried, everything I’ve been through is a memory derived. Elevated my talk too far that my reputation succeeds me. Nothing coming through that’s all that precedes me. No one believes me and why if they should? All my hopes and dreams are can’t, won’t and would. Nothing definite, yet still I remain, a victim of a cruel inhuman game. |
nice, good use of emotion, felt the flow, structure is better than it has been, vocab was pretty good, keep it up
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VOCAB was iight, but im honestly not feelin this girl...dont feel ur rhyme scheme was strong....ur structure was way off hard to get a good flow
Ink on this paper and ink on my skin memories burnt where my soul used 2 been. ^^you really forced the rhyme in that but u had good emotion and good concept i guess rtf please |
thnx 4 feed uppin
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