try and comprehend my intence verbal philosophy/
ideas and topics that moshpit wit my own biography/
false tales blenden in with the truth,hiphop's my democracy/
emmerging with irregular verses,curses in my strophe(straw-fee)/
slanted immagination,tainted my own posse(poss-see)/
intisipate for the day my rhythmic ability becomes costly/
when conditions are more stable,and my fables arn't an atrocity/
i cant fucken-wait till the moment i can fluctuate my own omen/
as of this present instent im the devils proponent/
mopen around not knowin what and who im loathin/
it feels like the world is closing in on my existence,im scared frozen/
im so impared, reality is dosen off,and my knees are folden/
tryin ta gain back my strength before i relapse and fall-over/
but i cant, its all-over,no more air and oxygen,layen on my shoulders/
in my grave, wit a bolder wit my name ingraved on it,layen under the sounds of lawn mowers/
last image ull get of me is finished,unless if u got a picture of me in a poster/
death has caught up,and this poem is my closure...../

wow...deep shit...nice job new-b

thnx alot bro...still uppin for replies

nice vocab

like dat shit