This was inspired by a man I met on the street. He never gave me his name, but I don`t think I could forget him if I tried. Made me really think about shit.

24 bars, feel it . .

Hey brother, you dare to share some spare change,
with a man who`s simple life dangles and hangs . .
From a pipe, my north star light leads to long nights,
where the weak is 7 days, and only the strong fight . .
My rights have left me out of breath, with this one set,
of eyes, bloodshot, unable to cry for my own death . .
Sealed in a plastic bag, the ziploc top can`t stop,
me chopping the product, and giving in to the rock . .
Heart beats are hesitating, waiting for the second,
I recognize the pain, and refrain from half-stepping . .
My story`s filled with buzz kills, and every highlight,
starts with the flick of the flint, but ending my life . .
My mind state`s population is down in double digits,
everytime I hit it, a little bit of that shit`s pitted . .
In my gut, smoking and smoldering inside my soul,
resin coating my bones, I know I`ve grown old . .
I age each night, and each light eats my life,
beats my strife within itself for a minute, but I release the pipe . .
And the flood gates open, spirit broken again,
foes and friends, both coast along with no hope to lend . .
The sooner it ends, the sooner I no longer sin,
with a substance to sustain my brain from the pain I`m in . .
I wish my life was the pits, I`d be better off then,
life`s a coin toss, call it in the pipe, life or coffin . .

That`s wrd.

i was feelin this. i can relate to this in more ways then 1. imagery was well written. emotions flowed strong on barz 14to 21. solid peice from begining to end. return the favor when ya got time.

peace

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the one that watches the watchmen:

yea dog, this epic song got me fellin it from line 1 to 24, keep up the werk dog, dope shit

This was dope Lowd...And this is an ill example of how illness get's slept on...LoL...

But I liked tha rhymin' in this piece man...It flowed good from beginin' to tha end...I liked tha story and tha way U wrote it...
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My rights have left me out of breath, with this one set,
of eyes, bloodshot, unable to cry for my own death .
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That was dope right there...Those bars stuck out to me...But keep writin' man...Peace