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Is it me your looking for (story) peep...
I’ve been alone with you inside my head,
And in my dreams I’ve kissed your lips a thousand times I sometimes see you pass outside my door Hello, is it me you’re looking for He slayed cupids with evil thoughts Thoughts that could KNOCK FORTS His distorted vocal cords means words from his brain can’t import On lock down, exposed the knife that wrecked his life After he brutally killed a woman he apparently liked Neighbourhood stalker, with a death obsession Burned corpses in compost heaps Makes the soul freshen Thrills in his mind from the victims depression Then would jack himself off with the murder weapon Loner, sneaked into hospital wards an rape women in coma’s Stealing vital fluid in jars an pose as a blood donor (Face of an angle) nature of an oga (Mentally younger) physically older poor guy, sleeps at night with his casualties in his dreams getting revenge in the reconstructed themes the dark scares him… It’s always Halloween unaware of his sins he wonders why spirits are so mean hard to live with the guilty content of his conscience the torment in his head of the absent silence sweating as a lethal substance makes an entrance through his veins, the life-force vengeance growing pains, of his presence All in his LOST mind, he finds LOST souls “Hello” they say “Is it me you’re looking for” In-between life an deaths collision He comes out of his head, an can’t believe his vision (Haunted eternally) coz memories are living (People span burglary) with the devils wisdom changed his ways, saw the light, an took it when it was given he dedicates himself to the church, not the prison (scared to die) he asks god is he forgiven (as time went by) all evil thoughts where forbidden set sail the riddance his living version of hell opened up his mind an shredded his outer shell so now his sins are faded (faded) but he’s heard in the underworld when he preaches admired by ignorant locals who enjoy his gifted uniqueness (But it didn’t last) He looks up at the sky, an hates that it’s villilla Demons ran back in his head, it was clear he’s a natural born killer Reincarnated, adaptation of Hitler Don’t get realer than reality but illusions are similar He’s GOOD news in a BAD world Discovered his new attraction to choir girls No love in his heart, only in his head To lure more victims to his room, this is what he says “I’ve been alone with you inside my head, And in my dreams I’ve kissed your lips a thousand times I sometimes see you pass outside my door Hello, is it me you’re looking for” |
to tell the truth i really liked it and your story was straight on topic relative and composed descriptive and well.
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Respected, still lookin to collaberate wit u niggah!!!
Uppin for feed bk still!!! |
Thats good, you really get inside his head it flows well and the lyrics are smart.
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WTF, I'm one of dem slept on cats... wha up fellow RB users...
Wake up on Funn I'm always giving feed bk, favours never be returned... Uppin!!! |
long ass piece...but definitly a great read...you had good wordplay and great story line..i liked your first line about cupid that was dope...nice flow and shit nigs...keep it up peace...UPPEN ThiS
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Thanx Rule, dunn know where to turn if you lookin to collaberate!!
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Yeah this was a good piece....long read, but it was worth it....it flowed rather well i thought....i liked the wordplay in this piece, it was real good....kept to the story line through out the piece...your vocab was nice and so was your structure....overall it was a good piece...keep at it...and keep dropping.
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