Certain Things. . Stay In Your Mind. . Forever. .

My Brains Snapped Photos Of Rap Quotables N Music Aspects
So If I Chose To Use It N The Bass Hits I'll Have Instilled Tatics
Remembering The Deaths, Wept, Eyes Dried, Let's Move Forward
Groove Toward A Mood Before Sadness So We Can't Lose Morals
Like, You're So Depressed That You Roll It Up, Parents Disapointed
N That's Jointed With The Newly Appointed People In Your Life
Step-Mom N Step-Dad, Mom's New Man N Dad's Brand New Wife
I Hate The Shit, But Let's Get Back To The Pictures Of Figures
Who Change Your Life's Attention To Certain Things Bigger
I Never Wanted To Pen Thoughts Until My Wins Were Lost
N The Cost Of Everything Seemed Too Big To Be Bought
So I Would Stay Enclosed N Compose With Any Topic That Arrose
N Propose To The Globes Of My People That I Could Blow
The Writing's Became Frequent, Fucked Up N Became A Deliquent
I Said Shit, Smoked Shit, Couldn't Stay Clean But I Ain't Mean Shit
Didn't Plan On Inflicting Harm To The Now Symphony Of Charm
But I Admit I Was Wrong, N Before Too Long -
The Music Wasn't Playing At All, Words Couldn't Come Out Of The Song
Level Of Animosity Grew, Monstrasities Loomed, Find Out Soon
That There Was Impending Doom, Let Me Click Resend For You
N Try To Capture Atleast A Factor Of The Subtle Scenary
Everything Of Meaning To Me Wasn't What It Seemed To Be
This Downward Spiral Continued, My Mind's Venue Stayed Cluttered
With Thoughts Of Others, Pain The Only Choice On The Menu
I Stayed With Thoughts Of Another. . . And Then I Crumbled
Next To My Poppy's Casket, Pa If You Hear Me, Ya Death Left My Ass Kicked
Heaven Filled With Bastards. . . To Take You From This Place. .
. . . And With Tears Down My Face The Frame Is Captured. .

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Through The Lens Of Life. . Memories. . Pictures Of The Past
Linger. . Thoughts Of The Passed Won't Leave You At Last
Dwelling On The Past, As I Struggle Though The Present
Presence Of Pain Prevalent. . Memories Remain A Resident

Allow To Me Go Deeper Into The Memory Bank, No Change Clanks
In The Outer Walls Of My Brain, Rank Is One Of The Best Today
So Many Issues That I Could Hit You With. . To Make You Notice
N Make You Focus On My Words With This Constant Picture Showmanship
I Didn't Know What Rap Was Until My Brother Had Me Listening
To Pac, Rakim, N Big Daddy Kane, I Didn't Know This Was A Christening
N That God Already The Blueprints For My Life Created
Basis Was Music, And Though Outdated By Now, I Have These Papers
That Contain A Plain Pen's Ink, Blue To Be Exact, And Words Jotted
T's Crossed N I's Dotted, If I Dig Farther I Jus Might Spot It
There It Is. . First Rhyme Ever At The Tender Age Of Seven
I Guess I Wasn't Looking Out Because All These Topics Crept In
N I Was Soon To Have Books Upon Books Fulla These Ideas
About How Life Is, How I Want My Kids, Some Wrote With Tears N
I Must Confess, Writing Erased Stress N Replaced It With A Feeling
Of Appealing To Everyone Through My Words
. . . But Sometimes The Pen's Bleeding
N Hurting, Cause My Heart Was, And As I Reminice About The Drugs
And The Hollow Slug Coming Close To Ending Us, I Break Down Cuz
Cause The Us I Refer To Is The Gift Of Song And I, Realize The Times
You're Only Making Money In Rap Through Bitches, Bling N Rides
I'd Like To Provide Some Kinda Incite Into Life Rarely Spoke About
But My Words Choke In My Mouth N I Can't Provoke Um To Come Out
Maybe The Past Failures Are Haunting Me, Dad Would Taunt N Plead
For Me To Drop Rap, Cause He Proclaimed I'd Never Make It. . Please
I Recited My Best Written N He Laughed. . And Now The Incision Bleeds
My Decision To Fuck Being The Victim, Stop Writing, N Smoke Trees
The Depression Once Again Settled In, Then I Mettled Within Me
N Saw The Last Mental Note To Help Me Breath, To Help Me Be. . .
What I Wanted To Be. . It Said Despite Problems, Divorce, Death, Laughter
Your Hard Work Will Help You Manufacture The Drastic Rap Assassin
That's In You, It Will Prove That This Shit Is Your Calling. . Now Dial. .
So I Did. . N Saw The Truth Through The Walls N After A While
The Camera Snapped. . The Last Picture Took Was A Smile. .

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Certain Things. . Stay In Your Mind. . Forever. . But Now. . Look Toward The Future. .

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Not Exactly Sure If The Name Of This Fits The Song. . Talk About Past. . But The End Of The 2nd Verse Leads To The Future. . Honestly. . I Was Jus Typing Away. . So If Shit Don't Make Sense, Lemme Kno So I Can Change It. . Pz.

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Formula a while a go u where leaven.eh...This was Good i always Have Liked Your Style In The Open Mic Forum...but this was awesome man one of your best i really like this very NIce....Ya Flow was a Good Portion Of This...it was deep And I Kinder Like Deep Rhymes....ya structure in this was good i liked it.....so all and all this was good...Keep that shit Flowing...PeacE...

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..very nice..very good rhyme scheme..good quoteables..good flow..great wordplay..you need to drop more open mics~~~~~

Up. . Drop Links. . I'll Reply. . Pz.

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i thought the rhyming was quite smooth and carried well by ya scheme... although in places the ryhming seemed a bit off, ya had some decent vocab and wordplay too, but it seemed quite dull in places, probably cos of the length, if ya wording was arranged different in certain places it would be easier..... but decent all round...

It was a long write, people probably are faggots and are scared to make a long read of something skilled.

- I thought this was pretty good. You had a mind game, and a point at the same time. It all added into the hardships that you went through in the life of that story. I liked the multies, and the word play. I liked the use of vocab, and you kept a good flow through out the most of it. Maybe, just fix up the structure a little bit. That was the only thing I found as a problem. It didnt effect the verses though, so dont worry about that. Last but not least... You had a nice rhyme scheme, it carried this out very well. I like how you used that... Nice work hommie... I say 8 / 10


I Must Confess, Writing Erased Stress N Replaced It With A Feeling
Of Appealing To Everyone Through My Words
. . . But Sometimes The Pen's Bleeding

^ That was my favorite line, it had a good personal aspect... Nice one ^

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