Lololmao, I'm A Freestyle Poet...
Here's My Drop, I Just Finished Keystyling It...
Enjoy, And Good Luck Prod...
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No, Noooo, STOP IT!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
Noo, No
Pleeeeeeeease! Just Stop IIIIIIIIIIIT!
I CANT FUCKING HANDLE THIS PRESSURE!

*Sitting Ina Mental Instatution*
With my thoughts scattered in such a dessarea what am I to do?
My burdens girth grows of a weight forwich my shoulders no longer can hold or push threw
Pushed back and forth, I the rope to this game of tug-a-war between the sane and insane
And in times past this piece of rope belittle to thread has been shattered as if glass from pain (Window Pane)
The fragle mindset for wich I rest broken
never to be placed into a formation supassing the abstract moment
This mind of such brilliance trapt within its self
with nothing more then time when all I wish for is the few seconds of choice wasted in on the past's shelf

No, Noooo, STOP IT!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
Noo, No
Pleeeeeeeease! Just Stop IIIIIIIIIIIT!
WHY WONT THESE VISIONS JUST GO AWAY!

*Flashing Back To A Past Event*
Holding my mothers hand as if a brace to a cripple
In my inocents the visions blurred within my perefrial was such a frighting scene for wich I stood in the middle
I hold my mothers hand titer because she was my security in a world of such curruption and stife
Walking by, my mother see's a co-worker, to me he looks like just another seedy criminal type
She tells me to wait as she goes to talk over some buisness
Waching my mother speak I grasp my self titely amist this
Turned and faced the other direction because I was told to watch my back
Feel so alone at this moment, a lost boy in a place where only a man could survive it's grasp
Then suddenly a ear piercing sound shattered my thoughts
As I looked around I saw my mother laying on the ground entangled in shots
Her once peaceful yet vibrent face was now filled with strife and the color of death
As I broke down into tears, as strand by strand the threads to this rope were so violently ripped away by each breath

No, Noooo, STOP IT!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
Noo, No
Pleeeeeeeease! Just Stop IIIIIIIIIIIT!
WHY CANT I ESCAPE THE PAST!

*Re-gains Conciousness In A Violent Sweat*
My past once again strangling my attemps to procede with my life
As I attemp to slip into my own thought once again, but this time to find peace in the light
Into the darkest spots of my mentals I reach out to a quiet oasis in a dessert of angst
My place of tranquillity where my pain in the form of water still yet beating at my freedoms pace
A place rapped in a orange hase to keep my thoughts from sinking into another dark depression
Were cotton clouds just barely brace the weight of my painful pasts re-runining sessions
As I take form, myself the rocks but not by choice
The one aspect I could not re-arange because not even I couldn't make my mind believe I could ever move from my current posistion filling these voids
But here I sit just waiting for my own demonds to break through serenity voice.