Drugs.
 

Windows Hanging, In A Vertical Fashion.
Open Doors Banging, A Classical Ration.
Indented Minds, Hit By Blunt Objects.
Smoking All Kinds, Making Shit Complex.
Stare At A Cup, Full Or Quite Empty.
Swear At Enough, Pull At The Bent Me.
Shit Turns Scary, As Life Is Queried.
Hits Yearn Varied, As Mics Lay Buried.
All The Facts, Equal To One Purpose.
I'm Nervous, Death Begins To Surface.
One More Toke, With Lifes Last Breath.
Lift Drawers Hoax. As I Inhale The Meth.
Embracing Death, Not A very Easy Thing.
Chasing Breath, I Finally Start to Sing.
Heavenly Melodies, With Concentrated Sin.
The Hell Of Me, My Life Finally Begins.
Cracking Skulls, As My Mind Goes Blank.
Non-Existent Pulse, As I Flip The Crank.
The Life Of Me, Drugs Control The Scene.
It's Fightin Me, Screens Stand Between.
Surreal Instances, Overcoming Thoughts.
Real Hints At It, Feelings To Be Bought.

Wow.

That whole thing was loaded with multiples. Wow.

What I really found amazing was despite the technical skille displayed, the expressional skill was also there too. I mean, maybe it's because the subject matter is often off itself and rather whimsical, but I could really feel you putting expression into it.

In other words, it requires little deciphering to figure out what you mean by:

The Life Of Me, Drugs Control The Scene.
It's Fightin Me, Screens Stand Between.
Surreal Instances, Overcoming Thoughts.
Real Hints At It, Feelings To Be Bought.

Wow.

~Shalom~

DAMN
i'm most definetly feeling this one

^ that last line really stuck out for me

throughout this whole piece i had a great feel of where you was coming from
"Heavenly Melodies, With Concentrated Sin."
nice
you have a way with words
it read like it should go with a beat

this piece was.... i cant even find the word
well thought out, nicely executed
much respect

...that was dope...i like the way the rhymes doubled in on themselves an shit...that was dope....hm...an the topic was a...good one...(for lack of a better term)