http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=195970

Hook:
Breaking us is one of His goals we need stay strong//
This world is God’s complex game we need to play on//
Bring out our faith and sing to same song//
And not need a late one to realize that hate’s wrong//
(repeat)

Verse 1:
When I die, I wanna know that fate was by my side//
And if I go young, I wasn’t meant to make it alive//
My vision was destroyed like a blade through an eye//
Seeing peace was just meant to desist and decease//
Never looking back and wondering how to make it better//
Our world is taking our light like breaking a feather//
We can’t fly without our wings what are we supposed to do?//
Destroy all those who seem to be opposed to you?//
Cause that’s what we’re doing now, waiting for the right time//
To strike signs of resentment hoping that we might find//
The solution to intrusions by nuisances, but an illusion is//
Strong; especially when we’re wrong and now denial is vile//
In our lives, now confession only comes after the violent sounds//
When the guns are loud, there’s no use in trying to hide it now//
It’s as clear as the flags that a gang marks beside its ground//
We need to make a change now, we can’t help lying in the ground//

Hook

Verse 2:
Ive witnessed enough trials to last me the rest of my grandkids history//
My soul is sold, as it lands to lift infinitely//
To the sky or down to the core of the earth, itll land securely//
Below or above my ashes all depending on if they bury me//
Cremated ashes blow in the wind as those remember me//
As a kind, gentle devil In which the lord was clever to free//
But I comprehend it differently, according to me//
theres a devil waiting at the bottom, contemplating your fate//
When you commit sin, youll be degraded for its too late//
to change, get rid of loathe, and just clean off your slate//
Cause everybody got a story to tell that will lead you to hell//
or heaven, so listen to my tale//
We don’t always get we want or need, but it’s called life//
It’s the art of surviving a world through all this strife//
The internal war begging us to fall in the night//
In order to make it, we have to use all our might//

Hook

Verse 3:
If I go, and I haven’t changed what am I gonna say//
If I get called upon on judgement day//
God’s gonna see me as a wasteful disgrace//
But when I’m faced with taint, I plan to paint a saint//
With the graceful state as eagle flying//
Above the clouds, denying the painful sounds//
Of dying and crying mounds of humans//
Whom retain incredible measures of acumen//
But blinded with dangerous arrogance//
And put into a daze with a daring trace//
Hazed in a harrowing glance at the phase//
That lacks care or consent to live//
Tearing our hearts through kids//
Whom stare at the parts we should rid//
Of violence that leaves silence in homes//



feedback and advice would be appreciated, also, if anyone knows of a title I could name this, that would also be appreciated. thank you

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Repping The Establishment

Rhymes
Story of a Statistic
My Dream

audio
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Art
Surreal Bird Sketch