i was just working on this for some-time i tryed to come at open mics a different way insted of that regular battle-style i drop so peep N drop good feed back...
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I used to set flame-to-bastards...
cuz if you couldnt see i was ill, then i blame-ya-glasses...
Cuz i burned my notebook and now i just wanna reclaim-the-ashes...
I was concider half-man-half-terrific, My notepad let me write my raps-acidic....
I made a huge mistake by putting my lyrics-to-charcoal...
Never knew i had the knowledge of comics-n-marvels...
I used to put my pen-n-pad and immediately have venom-raps..
I was off the globes-and-maps..cuz i will freestyle till i feel my throat-collapse...
I gotta start from the begiging and retrace-my-steps...
Cuz notebooks are everyhting..letting me save my breath...
When my pen met the pad..my thoughts rolled in so-fast...
Cuz i thought the world would end b4 my flows passed...

i regret the day my verse actully was played on earth serface....
cuz when i took the pen....I blazed the pad on purpose...
now im named a lyrical killah N my mind lost... what 2 do??
cuz all eyes on me... like i had a fuck'in pac-tatoo....

yo honestly my pad....,
It had everything..all my thoughts-and-views...
So always think before you make a mistake that will forever cost-you...
My hundreds of verses..and thousounds of tight-lines....
Cannot take back the mistake of a life-time...
Perspectives of my whole life lost-in-seconds...
So thats why i am coming my deepest...to get across this messege...
wrote all my orignal stuff.even my new-frees...
Cuz i had my whole life writen on that loose-leaf...
My note pad was my ticket to freedom...
Cuz i wish i could take the ashes back and freeze em'...
N get them back to the full form...
Cuz that notepad led the way.. like a bull's horns...
The first pages came weak..but as i turned farther my rhymes-grew....
Cuz when my scorching lyrics met the flames..there was heat produced....
Now theres no history..all my shit was deleted....
All the shit i belived-in.. the thoughts that would come out of my wounds if i was bleeding...
Cuz all this stress cause me to run to my pad as if posessed...
But now the pages are fresh..delivered off the cold hairs rising on my flesh....
I was blessed wit a mic..and for that im so grateful....
Cuz i was congested wit talent through my lungs-and-nasal...
Thank you jesus..im sorry for makin all my god given talnet to burnt pieces....
All the days i hafta remmber i deleted all this deepness....
Days to weeks and all the time-i-spent....
Cuz i would put a microscope to the ashes just so see-my-rhymes-again......
danm what did i do????................


can ya drop honest and good feed back i will return the favor.....