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08-31-04, 03:27 AM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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Poet vs ReLiC
IP: 06B8 DBF2
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10 - UNLIMITED Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting No Bullshit Votes 200 Posts to Vote. Topic: The night before you die G'Luck.. Minimum posts to vote: 200 Check in by: 09-03-04 at 03:27 AM Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in. |
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08-31-04, 03:28 AM
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IP: B682 856F
ReLiC has ACCEPTED this battle on 08-31-04 03:28 AM.
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08-31-04, 08:29 AM
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IP: 06B8 DBF2
Poet has ACCEPTED this battle on 08-31-04 08:29 AM.
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09-02-04, 04:35 AM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP: 06B8 DBF2
Topic: The Night Before You Die Problem Child Growing up with no guidance.. Learning childhood lessons harsh from living rough.. Laugh as my parents bag my friends.... Then commit worse crimes then half of us.. A Bad example of how to live.. No Education, Government housing with no careers.. At night I smoke weed to revieve the pain.. So deep I cry blood instead of tears.. Getting bashed by a weak man.. My life is strife now im labeled a violent person.. I dont mean to be what I am.. Im ashamed of these hateful words my minds dispersing.. Im hurting with fear, Peer pressure currupts me.. Mentally.. Forced to perform a crime.. No space for angels on my shoulder, diseased skikzophrenic, and its Abusing my mind.. Im losing with time.. I stutter with trouble thinking.. Finding thills in taking lives.. And for that.. Im sentenced to death! Still stressed, but theres no fear inside my eyes.. A Vicious Cycle Forms The times nearing, Im hearing rumurs n ficticious belief's to arrouse suspicion.. Trapped in this.. Regretful prison...Awaiting death counting breaths becomes Religion.. Having ritualistic visions in nightmares preparin me well for the hell im about to enter.. My anxiety is killing me.. Filling me with rage n anger.. Beyond pain in every measure.. My life has a time limit.. Im dead living, walking breathing, but soon to be dead n lost.. No friends and family to be there.. For me when I Finally get my headstone.. Embossed.. See this is my second last day on this Earth.. But since birth......Man I knew Id die.. Lonly and depressed........Distressed about death n restin with hate in eternal fire.. Its certafied death that awaits me.. Im crying latly at 2am, thinking about my family.. They were never there, Im deprived of a life.. Suffering quietly, under covers that hide me.. Dead Man Walking The day is now.. Im woken early, dense mysterious fog clouding my vision.. This fucked up postion Im in, is making me sick, unable to make decisions.. I got tears in my eyes.. Hearing Mono-toned blurry sounds to block life.. I aint ready, I wanna go home, but this prison stops me from livin right.. Aint no love shown towards me, as they read entitlements to a last meal.. And I gag from eating, Im scared shitless.. Aint no lying, this shits real.. Im walking down prision blocks.. People spit n tell me Im fucking worthless.. Maybe their right, I fucked up as a kid.. N Im paying now without a purpose.. Hurting from fear.. Pressures building, feeling lost being straped to a white bed.. Then I wake up screaming, I was dreaming late.. My death bed is tomorrow instead.. Its 3AM....My last night of life.. My minds strife is making me feel chaotic.. Reflecting on what Ive become..Dead man walking on death row, my stomach's knotted.. So as Sit in my bunk.. I remember life as a kid..N what I did... Outside of an Iron Jail.. Never amagining being this sick..Wishing for any form of love from god.. Because I failed.. |
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