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The Witness
I'm Outta Writers Block!!
The Witness: I Saw A Face Coming Out Of The Light... Tonight, I’ve Witnessed A Deeply Dark Knight... A Figure Of Height, With Red Eyes - So Bright... I Need A Spirit To Tell Me - Everything’s Alright... He Immediately Approached A Helpless Soul... Murder 1, His Only And Directly Orientated Goal... He’d Lost All Psychological n’ Emotional Control... Surely A Broken Man, Living Life On the Dole... He Came Nearer With An Attempt To Kill... My Voice Croaked - “Dawg, Take A Chill Pill”... He Pulled A Knife, With My Blood Intended To Spill... NO Dreams I’ll Fulfil. No Chance - To Make Out A Will... NO Chance To Escape, Mentally Tied With Duck Tape, Is This How - It’s Gonna End, Or Is My Life ..... Just Pretend... His Life’s Pain n’ Misery, You Can’t Comprehend... Into Death Row n’ Hell He’ll Regretfully Descend... But It’ll Depend, On How Low He’ll Condescend... Or IN This Short Time, Me n’ Him We’ll Befriend... He Threatened Me - “Your Wallet n’ Money”... I Only Had $20, I Knew he Wasn’t Trying To be Funny... My Vision Was Unclear, Blurry n’ Fuzzy... My Thoughts Were Blackly Vague n’ Muzzy... His Eyes Were Like Fire, To Hot To Handle... If He Whacked Me, Would Anyone Light A Candle... He Asked Again, His Words Were That Of A Vandal... NO Chance To Escape, Mentally Tied With Duck Tape, Is This How - It’s Gonna End, Or Is My Life ..... Just Pretend... The End Is Near, He Stepped The Aggression Up A Gear... My Eyes, Started To Wet, Showing A Terrified Tear... I Was Filled With Terror, Apprehension n’ Fear... Would I See Out the Year, Or Would I Silently Disappear... Now His Intentions became Slightly More Clear... He Wasn’t A Thug, Just A Desperate Broke Engineer... Paul, Who’s Financial n’ Personal Life - Had Hit “The Wall”... Bricked Up IN A Job, That Paid Him Fuck All... He Liked Baseball, Played Pool, And Had The Occasional Brawl... Begged Me, This Incident I’d Not Recall... He Put Away The Knife, Was Not Indented To Take A Life... Now He Said, “I’m Going Home To Pleasure My Wife”... He Walked Into The Distance, Forgetting My Existence... This Is The Story Of Real Life, Where We All Gladly Strife... NO Chance To Escape, Mentally Tied With Duck Tape, Is This How - It’s Gonna End, Or Is My Life ..... Just Pretend... |
this shit was raw as hell lol i was feelin it..
it painted a picture in muh head.. gj only one thing i didn't like: He Put Away The Knife, Was Not Indented To Take A Life... Now He Said, “I’m Going Home To Pleasure My Wife”... but everything else was raw... i like the chorus the most: NO Chance To Escape, Mentally Tied With Duck Tape, Is This How - It’s Gonna End, Or Is My Life ..... Just Pretend... i give u a 8.7/10 :) keep spittin nigga |
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9 /10 this was graphic and visual weel composed thought and delivered i was astonished at how it was placed togeather so direct yet indirect holla at my new peace
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^^ what he said, plus your sentence structure was off the hook
reminded a little about that country song... where the girl dies or something, i dunno, dont take the girl, ya, but anyways, ill shit return the favor http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=72088 |
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uppin', Jeez
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