i dont care what is to be said about scrutur, i make my own beats and the flow to this is perfect the way it is

untitled and unfinished
since im an artist let me paint you a picture,
of if we went to war who would be the victor,
ill go as far as cutting my skin, exsposing it to air vapor,
dip my pen in my own blood just to see a flow on my paper,
the lord watches me why i lay down at night to bed,
i knows when his eyes are off me cuz the demons are to loud in my head,
its me on these streets, in these defeats, in the police inspection,
but a look in the mirror its a stranger in my reflection,
the nightmares and reality co-exists between sleep and earth,
in result of that im what happens when satin gives his child a mic at birth,
the hood changes anyone, results of the aftermath of an enemy,
ghetto exspects all of us to be bron with hammers in our hand like john henry,
white tee's and nike's, its all a police way of hoods sterotypes,
trying to find the beauty in our beast is like findina panther in the night,
guns,desruction,lives anything to overthow my throne at all cost,
cuz stepping into the booth turns into a verbal holocaust,

not done but still goona write some more, personaly i just want to see what R.V. thinks of it cuz this site ad the streets opions are super diiferent

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