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Blurred Images ft. Chrit and G.Hod.
IP:
3 Different Styles... 3 Different Writers..3 Different Perspectives.
and 3 Completely Different Takes On The Topic.
Chrits Hardcore Gankstuh Steeze
You's a hard nigga... Tho only thing I hear til Chrit is seen...
Hated purely because the melanin dont fit the color scheme...
I can get cabs... big deal... someone can take my place...
Stereotypes have me dispising all about my own race...
Who made these fucking rules?... White kids cant be thugs...
Only wiggas... You know... the cats the MAKE the drugs...
Is it so hard to think of a poor white kid from the street...
Who felt the heat... Who was forced into stealing to eat...
I guess reality is what you see... So enjoy your sheltered life...
Blind your eyes... dont acknowledge my pain and strife...
Find bliss in ignorance... If you stay blinded no existence will there be...
So fuck you!!! And Fuck society!! With that blurred vision of me...
-Chrit
Now To Flip It Over To A More Deep Style, G.Hod
Tangled emotions mangle the potient to successful entrances
My angle is potent, and well-learned. . My rest pulls sentences
That is, via dreams - not so wonderful as they tatter heckled bloods
Whilst grief is instilled in the mind, our dreams'll shatter replicas
A wonder of life, the thunder is light - as my lantern kept us patient
We've plundered our sight in fears of dreaming; is the answer deprivation?!
Are we at fault? Can our problems simply be compressed with sedatives?
Of course not; But the images remain blurry whilst we stress the negatives
A nimble system of simple prisms are likely more effective than the whole
The symbolism of evil images has sadly been elected by its tolls
Let me conclude as I scoff at the nearest gay acting bored
I confess my mind's a blur, as the mirror sways back and forth
-G.Hod
And Now To Finish It Off, Sureal
Various Images Rush, The Shadow Box Opens.
Hurting Within, When Death Rushes Hope In.
Intoxicated Dreams, From Ignored To Extreme.
Childish NightMares, Full Of Weary Screams.
Thoughts Of Happiness Disintegrate In Sorrow.
Making Selfish Feelings, Almost Seem Borrowed.
Here To Stay, Maybe Thoughts Merely Given Away.
Heartache Another Roadblock, Just Causing Delay.
Scattered Thoughts, Causing Minds To Fall Apart.
Memories Forced, Leaving Morally Bleeding Hearts.
Follow Styles And Trends, Wondering What Mimic Is.
Engraved In Stone, Are All Of These Blurred Images.
-Sureal
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