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Behind Closed Doors.
I remember September 11th, two thousand and one... I turned on the T.V., then I looked down and was stunned... I couldn't believe it, terrorist made this plan and conceived it... I just felt fortunate that I had a family to grieve with... A mixture of sadness and hate, resigned the states to our fate... Nothin to do but wait, as these poloticians debate... But wait... Where's our say? Do our opinions mean nothin? Poloticians think we trust em, thats just a fuckin assumption... I turn the T.V. back on, citizens dancin in Iraq?!?! What the fuck is up with that? What if their country got attacked? It's whack... Our whole country is in a state of confusion... Poloticians jump to conclusions, start debatin intrusion... Leaders of our nation ask us to show our character... They say we need to uphold the image of America... But we didn't care enough, were tryna properly grieve... We couldn't believe that soon our troops would have to leave... It seemed bush wanted to fight, for his own selfish reasons... He was steamin, eyes were gleamin, in my opinion it's treason... Then it came, the order to send America's children to war... But thats what happens when decisions are made behind closed doors... |
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some deep shit there....
a nice length to, not too short and not too long and the flow throughout the piece was spot on consistently. the vocabs used were consistently good, you never really went basic at all with your rhyme scheme. the emotion in the piece was nice to, you put across some good feeling. had some creative bars in there to relate to the idea for the piece and the multies you threw in added that extra touch of flare to. overall a dope piece as I would expect.....8.5/10 |
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flow and structure were good a few creative bars but in my opinion most fo them werent but oh well it was ok not bad ive seen better from you though. nice to see you dropping again.
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