Aisle 5 - Don't Push Me
Handcuffs - Look!!
LM feat. Executive - We Livin' In A Hell

This is my second open mic.... it's a tad secretive, hides alot of things... it's about how i got into the rap game, and what effect it's had on me, how it has changed my life.... i felt i needed to write this cos i've been going through alot of shit recently, and rap has been something that has changed my life for good and bad... i also took on a different flow in this piece to what i usually do.... all feedback is appreciated..... peace

I was just a little kid, presented with a rap tape
The swearin' was my fave bit, resentment to that fate
Would soon arise, years after my neighbour came round
Like the moon in the sky, what I heard was truth in my eyes
When I inserted the tape, it meant I flirted with fate
And it played on my weak points, like a blade to my knee-joints
I was instantly hooked, but slowly became blistered and shook
It was just musical fun, never thought of choosin' to run
Away from it, while I still had a possible chance
Of escapin' unscathed from it before the obstacled path
Formed in front of me, further on in my reality flight
Before the storm could thunder me, before the hordes hunted me
The legions of spirits that would speak in the lyrics
In secretive whispers to a once appreciative listener
Me, I eventually turned to detrimentally burn
By spittin' the same ill rhymes I once used to kill time
Grown on the image of the streets, a vision of fame
Was implanted through the beats into a listener's brain
A sudden decision was made, I wanted to speak my mind
I want to have risen to fame, but I envisioned the chains
Instead, that bound my thoughts, thanks to the surround sound I bought
There's more anger to see, somehow their pain was transfered to me
Now I use these rhymes to help relax and infuse my mind
With a false image of peace I was never privelleged to keep
It would always end, right after the fuckin' music stopped
The way this dark hallway bends, I really think I'm lost
Life is tragic, and I don't think it's gettin' better
The mic's a habit, but I feel small like a rabbit
Always seekin' asylum while life strings like a violin
Swirves off the only safe course like a wrongly played chord
Now I'm lost in the bushes, mentally squashed like a cushion
On a road to no where, it's hard to breathe this cold air
So I use rap for release, but I still see blacked out visions
What attracted me to this? It's rap magnetism