I'm composing holy scriptures, living life as if i have died twice
i got this anger and its deep in my veins,
i see rain but i dont feel it, my emotions intensified
my rate of thought tremdous yo do you sense terror
terriied speaking these truths that might get me killed
i give a fuk though you pull that pistol boy i best be shot these demons thats in my head farreal though they just wont stop
light years, lightwaves more than most can imagine i've seen these steets huslte ben franklin up off that fifty
what you know bout poverty stricken , what do you know about no light, no food rats and roaches and taking ice cold showers in the heart of the winter
you see this Anger its so deep in my veins.
stained by blood at a early age my sanity unstable, some think that i might take my life
and although im still breathing composite still depleting deep thinking ways to force survival
your bible studies and Masjiids suicide bombings and smashed ribs out live me i beg to differ
i'm living life as if i died twice.........

Ice cold

my heartaches .......
thanks to this cold world poverty stricken,
restricted to sickness inflicted unearthly intentions,
superb inventions, suspension emotions depicted illicict
composing scriptures after scripture in my efforts to fix it to fix it
my heart aches thanks to this cold world poverty stricken

cool shit man, i liked both poems, though its weird you didnt just edit your post, but all in all i liked your dark emotions and words..'I live as though i died twice"...dope, keep it up

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