On these rainy days I just drain and daze/
As my main will phrase its sort of like pain in ways/
Reminece things I left back in my childhood/
It was blown off the top like a freestyle would/
Because when I was young, it was the best/
Floods of blessings, now i’m buzzed with stress/
Study for tests but I’m always sunk like the U.S. maine/
Cuz I dunno what did it, I guess i’m dressed vain/
But I’ll now try hard before this guys scarred/
And the cries start, possess what these eyes guard/
I see I’m held in a nice place, though not twice ace/
Still its where my lifes great, never drop like mice trace/
In forty five seconds I beckon whats going on/
Flowing strong blades won’t go up unlike growing lawns/
Where I stand, double the support than a pair of fans/
Prayers through hands that its shared what planned/
I thrive and strive for rap cuz I’ll survive with that/
My rhymes arrive and map I’m alive and strapped/
He’s cold? Steep goals get deep molds jus to keep hold/
Assisted vision magnified through a peephole/
Cuz I’m getting a distinct view of what I want/
Needing laborious efforts cuz up front its tough/
Now, treated like a dog cuz my hoods up, it chilly!/
Really, I think its kinda silly, i ain’t even from philly/
Through appearance you assume I’m an ignorant person?/
Hear what I’m singing in verses when bringin my purpose/
You stare out your windows thinking i’ll hurt ya kid?/
Well that goes to show what you know, I rather turn em friends, yo/

Frequently get discriminated for my preference of music...
Speaking the difference of views and I tensely lose it...
All they figures that I’m fake, so I’ll be called a wigger...
They don’t take the time to know me, my falls then bigger...
I wish they’d understand thats it my way of expression...
I fade with depression when you sway my impression..
See, I know my position, now you’ll blow with derision...
Till I show my renditions how I’m prone to collisions...

Take it one on one, realize that I don’t front I’m tough...
Or stunt and bluff, or be a menace in hunt of cuffs...
Okay, you don’t like this? Then I guess you don’t like me...
You say, “you’re white, please!”, this is how I fight these...
I’m right though, rap is poetry, poetry resembles yourself...
I don’t dissemble myself so never dissassemble myself...
What lies heres true, so now that the tears through...
You get a clear view of me, now I wanna hear you...

That was really good..A few lines there I was picturing it written to a Lose yourself beat or somethin like that..............The rhyming was brilliant and the wordplay was really good too

Good work

MY BOY RIPPEN

^thanx^ Uppin

taht shit was tight a really liked it uppin fo ya

nice piece addlibb....
I liked the first verse better than the other two. amazing imagery throughtout.
I always find myself with so little to say after reading a dope piece.....
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

Same here cause after reading things like this there is really nothing bad to say and you dont wanna over extend the way you feel by saying ill or dope 80 times.

upp