Meh.. I started writing for this other shit that I was gonna post for this, but I only done half of it cause I always get writers block when I aint on drugs..
This is what I wrote so far..

I stake my vantage, on an island off the atlantics.
Everything is me, my remington &; strategic tactics.
Intregiuing antics, a lone suvivor or rogue sniper.
Devine fighter, killing false like Elijah.
Practicing more than 24 hour periods.
Cracking stone statues in time limits at different distances.
Imprisoned in, the fucking desperado within me.
Inspired by, Tupac & Leonado Da Vinci.
Its been like this since last christmas, while I've witnessed.
Hitlists & business, I still consider why I'm in this.
Industry, scorned by being born not of this earth.
A symphony torn between the fall of knowledge & worth.
I'm prolly not the first dropping a curse ontop of the church.
But their reverse offer of words is not gonna work.

There aint no prize tho so iunno.. I cant really be bothered with shit..