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

In....

Present.

It Begins

Born with lack of money... another bred into poverty...
No father figure... no love... Nothing to satisfy me...
Blind to the misery... Looking at the word with open eyes...
But grew to dispise how my own hunger could paralyze...
Confused youth... How to explain all these men around...
One stays but visits continue... My worries abound...
The fighting freezes me... I cant fathom the hatred...
Find out whether happiness or rage.. the drugs had made it...
Revelation on the horizon... Was I ready for the sound...
Of the words that flipped my whole world upside down...

"Your real father died when you were 2 weeks old...."

Going insane... My so called family... All pretend...
If I dont even understand myself... How can I fit in...
Strive to fit the mold... Another faceless 12 year old...
Statements never bold... The true story never told...
Somehow peers accepted... Finally having friends...
Back of the mind wondering the reaction if I filled them in...
Stoicism takes over... Conforming yet hiding myself...
Put on a smile but the whole time crying for help...
But I must fit in... My family composed of aquantences...
Removed from instabilities..
...but still cant express myself, What a pain this is...

Finally I come to terms with my existence....

Spent my life trying to meet others ideal perceptions...
Little did I know I'd grow to hate the reflections...
Must find a harmony... Be happy but yet true to me...
Its like the world and everything was completely new to me...
Acceptance is empty... If a man cant accept his reality...
So time to let the truth flow... With its ultimate finality...
As the knife drew close... Someone stopped my lunacy...
Someone who felt my pain... Willing to work it through with me...
So in truth I lost acceptance... But this love's not a faze...
Foget the main streets... I'd rather exist in alley ways...

(To really appreciate this I think you need to know me or have familiarity with my "body of work".)



Cold muffin stumps rest far behind the display, in-jest with love I’ve played a game of faux-detest, disgracing your baking always/
Up front’s where we’ve traded, your coal, mine lumps, consistently bypassing brains/
Window shoppers must deny the way in which they’ve behaved/
Celebrating my emo-rap, hunk-o-crap, non-fiction fission vision; Aka: story-telling slump—a recoiling shame/

Navigating a tattered hero-map, sunken back, wishing I hadn’t sketched the image of a whorey, rebelling drunk/
Driver, dumping and trucking away, when it was me who drove Shanny away on the seventeenth day of January/
Writer’s block a key, reason for trying to smite the biggest lock on my being that there ever may be/
Blatantly making me seem more saline than the sea/
Depicting a friction, the coefficient which I would upgrade, after I saw to it our roads be repaved/
See, it wasn’t she who messed up so much, he forced her out early into that Nestle Crunch/
So then maybe a victim twice after the lamentable night some poor troubled souls finally held some ends right/
Handed back-slap lacked tact, I’d never intentionally sever; I need you as a friend, all right?/
Left, etcetera etcetera. . . embellished Kenosha lonesome fueled a boring flame-retardant forest fire for a self-regarding knife fight/
But on the right nights the Lord flies by to gather all the garbage/
Sanitation sanctioned with the will God gives it, collecting the refuse I cognitively refuse to part with/
Always harboring, but in the next dream don’t be shocked if I strut, I’m gleaming after His spring cleaning/
Up shop Mom and Pop got a spiffy Swiffer wet mop/
Spent plenty to pedal for shekels, their evil muffin tops/
‘Em all, flip the notion, save your emotion and see it clear at last/
Nothing from the head-up, thinks with the middle and just looks like an ass/
So don’t point fingers, some pain will linger, I don’t figure on being crude or crass/
But it’s the first thing on my mind, though I try to keep it back in line/
Little kids run up fast, I’m a light hue-man but it’s tough to allude the past/
That’s all, I’m sending a capitol letter tomorrow in the mail, LS signs: sorrowful male/

Fin

Chrit Won This In Almost Every Aspect.
Shabaz Came With A Noobie Style
uneven Bar Lengths And Forced
Rhymes, Chrit Cam Harder, And His
Writing Skill and Experience Showed
In This Topical Battle..

Vote Chrit

Thanks for the voting! Pal.

vote - chrit.
more experienced.. came w/ shorter bars.. easier to read, better imagery..the usual, all categories.

ryan.. shorten ur bars, its more fun to read and more interesting to let the reader interpret, rather than "know what u mean"

Shabaz- You can do better than that! if you formatted it better, it would have been really dope. Your wordplay was really good, I enjoyed the verse, but it was an eyesore my friend. You should work on flow too, because it is your major weakness in every piece I've read. You stayed on the topic well, but there was not much of a flip. That I saw.

Chrit-You killed this. Your verse made me ejaculate. It was a really dope verse with really dope wordplay and imagery, and the closer sealed the topic and made the verse complete. Very well done my friend. You are facing me next week

vote-chrit

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

good work from both..but for the breakdown.....

Ryan-I can see u have many good concepts in your verse
but the flow just throws it off....work on your scheme and
you will move up a lot.......cause i can see good imagery
and hidden meanings being worked.

Chrit-well chrit what can I say your getting better at this
constant flow and rhymes just fit the whole story
together very well.....Props on a good one..


vote-Chrit.........

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Maven next week....

There goes my perfect record....

Vote - The man who cant judge topicals and their by dont vote(Chrit)

Better and more structured verse, ...vocab..flow,...kept it nice to geghter,...plus he stayed nice on topic, ...expressed ok,...other cat, ..iunno ,..nuttin special,...was below avarage,..structure was horrible,..concept was kinda ok ,...but not SS worhty in my opinon, ..keep ya head up^^....

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wow this was a nice battle in my opinion regardless of laryans structure his originality was great... chirt had great flow as well and just by looking at the piece you could tell it was well thought up...im giving it to chrit as well...why? not because it was way better but because i could see a better effort..and for that my vote= chrit

nice battle

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SOFT FOCUS crew record (3-0) Wits end ~ DOI ~ Central....now who's next?
sacred scriptures record (5-0)

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