We all come from different places
We all have seen different things
We may be different ethnicities
But, there is one thing we all have in common
During some part in our lives…We will Fight To Live

DeadlyVision-Overall Concept

Fight for your life?, what-a-relief from the constant-stress..
Fucking evilness for the moment, inhaling a monstrus-breath..
Judgement day no nonsense left,feeling definite satisfaction..
I guess happiness isnt always, I'm not forming attachments..
My life is useless only shit i love is bringin it back to lyricism..
Untouchable & superb mechanisms workin wit my wisdom...
Life's a shelter, providing a residence for mortal existence...
While Pessimists, fuckin manipulate florals for assistance...
Dress it up as a play thing, but its only providing a service...
Even if Its just a closed curtain its fulfilling its purpose...
A literal object, something to touch, taste and smell...
I guess Its where all man will dwell, A cave or a cell...
Conforming to rigorous standards, theres vigorous hand works...
To Improve the status of living, I see monotonous plan quirks...
Fightin to live In every home 2 doors, and room for expansion...
Change The Exterior, But where u stand is nothing for revamping...

Apotheosis-Fitting In At School

The fool of high school, abused by foes and fiends,
Beasts who release nightmares to fulfil their dreams.
My worth is put last, trailing after my respect,
A square to society that the inner circle will never accept.
Last in most forms, the swarm only use me first,
To pick on my imperfections to satisfy their blood thirst.
My heart is broke, soul losing all hope,
W/ the only thing to support me, is the noose of a rope.
Fighting is hopeless, pray someone will notice,
This shrivelled lotus in a blur of misery, and be drawn into focus.
If they could feel my fire, the desire and warmth,
Perhaps my shells skin, would not be so torn.
One or two less wounds, one or two happy memories,
One or two less heartaches, from the things you had said to me.
Widen your eyelids and ears, quit the silence and embrace me,
Taste me I am defeated, from the way that you hate me.
I need to escape this social rape, God I don’t want this,
I just want some popularity, but even that is a popularity contest.
Torturous savages will continue the slaughter, exhaling hatred,
It sucks to have this life, but it will be great if I make it.

Atticus-War

For My Life I Pull-It,Sqeeze-It Release-Clipse...
To Stall-This Heath-ins Curupted Street-Bliss//1
As Bull-its Seaze-Limbs My Beliefs-In...
These Full-Wings Of Jese-is Watching My Feet-Lifts//2
Ran As If My Life-In-Hands, I Fight-This-Man...
Hopeing To Surprise-Helping-Hands Until The Night-Hits-Land//3
Staring Down, Nife-In-Hand I Lunge, And Strike-This-Man...
My God, I Just Might-Hit-Land, Body Left At Site-In-Sand//4
Fuck, I Missed-His-Heart Just As He Hit-His-Mark...
As My Lips-Then-Start To Get Crisp-And-Hard//5
Slipped-In-Dark Worlds, In And Out In Conscious-Sparks...
Tripped-In-Art, Lost With Sub Thoughts Pinnd-Like-Cawrks//(Cork [Bord])6
Later Awake-Dazed And Paced-Aimd Tward An Unknown Gate-Way...
My Life Saved-Days Before My Plane-Trades Units
But I Lay-Betrade//7
Left In Hate-Waves And Drownding With The Same-Hate For Being Made-Slaved...
Once Great-Game, Now I'm In Taimd-Frames, For Months Unmain-tained//8
And Threw-My-Eyes This Life Is A Doomed-Strive So Only Did I Used-To-Try...
Escaping Threw-The-Wiiyr Like Kanye But Assumed-My-Live Is To Be Consumed-Threw-Time//9
Readily Blume-And-Die But My Spirits Continue-To-Rise As I Fight To-Survive//10

Virt-Race Diversity

First verse is a racist and second verse is my thoughts...

I live my life to repel others, my way of life is right in my eyes
Not caring for people who are different to me, even if its me they despise
I hate blacks, I hate jews, I hate every criminal I see on the news
Non-whites are draggin us hard workers down, with their simplistic views
You dont see it like I do, I notice shit happenin every day on the streets
Gun violence and constant robbery, folks lying dead under the sheets
And who is to blame for this? Try lookin at some facts and figures
You'll notice its the damn non-whites, who are pullin all the triggers

I respect the right for freedom of speech, but not for those who abuse it
I fail to see what you say in practice, I think you got it confused, shit
Not everybody is innocent, then again not everybody is a criminal
Some peeps try to live their lives, keepin crime levels to a minimum
You say all non-whites are to blame? Cant you see what you're sayin?
Categorizin society is ignorant, just like the words you've been playin
We've all gotta share the blame, not just pinpoint those who look apart
Try lookin at the source for once, and maybe you wouldnt act so smart...

DaClassic-The Legal System

This legal system man....I'm tired , I'm tired
Let me be.....Set me free....Who you want it's not me

Hey my loss of patience got my body repetitiously pacin'
I'm tired of sitting and waitin', shakin' my brains achin'

Look,

I'm kind of hooked, grounded, stuck to this old position
What' I'm facing is prison, I'm listenin' to the judge sentence
Courtroom is evacuated, I'm mad and I'm aggravated
Wish the jury, Hurry with their decision makin' I hate it.
It felt like I waited for ages, Time had moved without me
I testified to prove I'm innocent, Why they still doubt me
I'm out of luck, Fuck, Lawyer got me stuck with no freedom
I'm thinking of running to duck, Protesters screaming to free him
Begging for forgiveness after I witness the verdict
I cried after I heard it, This shit is becoming allergic
Fighting for life, I swear, Through the valley I stare
My head cut bare, I'm Placed in electrical chairs
It's rare to ask me for last words, It seemed to be odd
Send me to heaven to witness the project with the gods

DeLeon-Life In The Ghetto

Wake up each morning wondering what will happen on this day …
Will there be another shooting, stabbing, or a beating coming my way…
Walking down cracked sidewalks, its sunny, but I only see darkness…
Because I’m walking down streets and alleys in the land of the heartless…
Why are we labeled as outcasts, for supporting our families …
I do what I can, robbery, drug dealing, or in the streets gambling…
Trust is not a word in this place, even family can parade lies…
Even putting trust in your best friends, can get you easily brutalized...
Struggling to make ends-meat, feeling like I’ve fasted, not even bread…
As soon as I pick up and eat a couple of crumbs, life is a joke then …
The upper suburbia laughs at us and tries to shut us out…
But they don’t know what living for death is all about….