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Best Of Week 2:

Mystik Mind:

Is There A God? If There Is Why Are People Still Kept As Slaves/
Building A Perfect World And Yet...Nobody Is Perfectly Behaved/
There Have Been Many A Creation But Yet There Is Nothin But Space/
Occupied By All Things Of Your Own And Yet What We Dont Do Is A Disgrace/
People Have Many Ways Of Interrpreting Time But Where Does It Go?/
Time Is Never-Ending...But For Some...Where Does It Flow?/
Wrapped Up In Self Indulgence...Time Flys As We Spiral Into A Black Hole/
We Have So Much Time In This World...How Many Of Us Have Set Life Goals?/
Leaving Us Thoughtless Of What Lies Ahead And What We Shall Encounter Next/
Pray To God And Hope That When You Pray For Help He Gives You His Best/
Music...What A Great Thing...Many Use It To Free Their Minds And Escape Reality/
Can You Blame Us? Look What Goes On..Murder, Rape, All So Much Brutality/
So If There Is A God Up In Heaven...How Come There Is Suffering And Not Much Relief?/
Well Why Dont We Help Out...Its Our Time...Do What You Want...Just Believe/

Prolyfic :

the untold simplicity, to unfold these mysteries,
of misery and joy, birthed ajoined now apart/
ironic education, designed for mind levitation,
equating decimation, equating the desicration/
and ever paitient is death awaiting to progress,
ever patient, death awaiting, taking your breath/
never slaves to a chain, never slaves to a man,
only slaves to ambitions of surpassing GOD's hands/
grasping GOD's hands, asking for GOD's presence,
as...we proceed to speak blasphemy in hell/
attached to possessions, questioning the stars,
destination, when made to admire, inspire faith/
but dire is day that scorns the moon for competition,
death was man challenging nature for GOD's wisdom/
for the idea is further than man can even fathom,
while devil sits back as we bite the apple laughing...

AddLibb:

This is mind clutter,
In time, further my sights order.
Crime borders both the truth and the lies
I shine over.
Rights noble
Never drink while I drive
I'll die sober.
Climb over
The very top of the grime I rhyme over.
Pried opens
Silver doors in my life and heart's focus.
While my heart's broken
Dig and I try to buy open trust.
Peace of mind
Steady climbs pride in my chorus never cry
Until the day that I die of mind boredness.
I find ordnance
Bombing the streets.
Poor and the weak, nothing to eat.
Hungry they weep
Bony physiques.
The force in fatigues.
The wars never cease looking at me.
Look at the trees, the willow weeps
See the destiny of these things messing with me.
Only after defeat
The testing complete.
My stress is festering.
Learning to flee
Taking the heat.
The same speech
That was given to me
In '83.
I say these things
From the wind of the pen
Dictating me.
Frustrating me,
The lust and the sin
Regaining greed.
Imitating the streets
Was never favored to me
Never catered to me.
Favorite to me or tailored to me.
Sacred to me
The art of love;
Their war is claiming the streets.
Ridiculous.....
Entertaining with beats and rhythms
Gotta sing
Through this silent bliss;
A Marine
Who's mind's a cluttered fist.
Touching this
Cycled flow without the studder in
Something hits.
Bumping writs from a cluttered mind diced
After it's sliced open.