The crackdown
 

All left in da grudge of da earth's scum/

Dead on da floor cold and feelin kinda num/

Dope got me stuck wit no hope, neck tied wit a tight rope/

Show no love and respect to da pope, were is da miracle yo/

I dont believe dis is happening to me, innocent seed/

Cut open to bleed alone , ringing suddenly like a cell phone/

Is tha drumstick cone dat got me flokin and knocking/

sound of my two nutz smackin and causing traffic from

da static, crush me and learn, plastic agility reaching

capability/

Building sectas like sim city; Get stocking and keep locking

pipi longstocking, swinging and bustin like nothing,

ever happening/ Just one night rapping free, like rich

american pussy read and run da flow when i die and

blow minds, leave scars in times, Dont quote or critisize

what i wrote/ I care less proofreading it/ only doing it

for da love of this gift i like to lift as i toke da spliff/

No single hit, i'm gone like nightcrawler's mutant powers/

I dissapeareared lo pro unda cover//

nice technique wit ur story, some nice rhymes in there
keep workin on ur flow
peace out...