The gernie bursts the doors, yerning to red light this unshure hursts hurry
My births story, floord n' swurving threw thoughts burried under my stomachs churneen

"100 CC's STAT!"
My last breath reminds of what was diskised against my backside
As I grasp for one last time this blood lined n' tatter cap as I flatlined
Suddenly sharp arcs of enough of these lights lead me right under these arms
He covers me, starts to mudder these parts of both biblical n' other pieced arts
Head Down, Glance back to see my grand dads hands rapped around me, lips silanced n' chapped
Man and, hat off, streems of tears land trapt while I pass on these vibrant pasts
My face pale with great tales of mischief draped down my aches whiell (while)
Plates trale across the slate rooms were'll broom blood from this one mistakes fail
Look down, and burried in a book now is my father with his head krooked down
I shook, frownd and carried my foot down but couldnt, like lead to heavy to push now
Began to weap staring at this cheap fuck knee deep in green but can't aford to save me!

"I WANT TO COME HOME!"
And threw these blurred images I seamd to gained a brand new intelligance
Better comprehention, could read the ovious signs they're sendin threw facial expressions
I was severed, gone from tension, my last straw broken long before I saw these, or even was mentioned
Take one more hard pace tward God's son and my place of love
face of mom dug in my chest plate as with every step i'm erased n' gone
It's clear they gave me a chance to live praised but I steered away shit, I missed the nearest stay
Tears spray off her face as my years fray, mother asking why as I wisper, "dont fear, pray"

92/100

kenedy international airport 7:13 pm
waiting to fly to LA its to stormy and seems it may last forever-
i hate this weather im bored so i decide to right my gurl a letter-
a man walks by asks me to donate to chairty and i said firmly NO-
he said its 4 poor & poverty strucken children i said just GO-
"your a rude man" he said "and soon it will come your time"-
i said " i dont wanna donate money bitch..is it a crime"?-
he scurried away..i was tired and began counting sheep-
thought about my girl and family as i began to fall asleep-
waking up 10:03 pm
as i woke up the rain has cleared and its time to depart-
we were nearly three hours off schedual so its time to start!-
i went through the airport terminal and boarded my plane-
but remembering that old charity man was racking my brain-
i climed aboard to my seat in the ever-so-elegant first class-
i got alotta money but i still shouldnt give it to that ass-
were taking off and im happy as i could ever be-
got my pillow and picture of my girl right beside me-
im dosing off dont feel like staying up im tired-
i had a dream and didnt know what would transpire-
the dream: a view from above:
..i met god and he showed me all the things wrong-
he showed me a list of world problems it was 199 pages long-
we seen poor children struggling to survive-
and police free streets in witch narcotics thrived-
and he says ur in heaven..he walks me down some stairs-
he said when u get back fix these problems i said no-one cares-
i woke up scared as hell!!
the plane takes a nose dive! god help please help with this endeavor-
i will die please help..i hear gods voice: mark noone cares remember-
god said:
i took you into my skyline to show you what was going on-
but all you cared about was ur wife and ur lil boy : tom-
u only care about ur self & i chose you to make these problems stop-
u couldnt do it u were to greedy even after i gave you
a view from the top-

90/100

I DID BREAK DOWN THE VERSE, BUT DIDNT WRITE IT DOWN, U BOTH ARE FUCKING skilled at Topicals, and keep battlin/writin, im give this to Atticus for Creativity

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