Systematic stress in retrospect, a fortnight plausible for death,
defenseless as the corridor stretched, left as the horrible reject.
Abondoned derelict, terror wrists leak lifestreams from razor swipes,
danger climbs top, as God jettisons manger cries while angels hide.
Fanals collide in the heat of the night, begin the divine wreckoning,
an ascertain blemishing as the times setting in to find Bethlehem.
Spines meriting beyond excellence, no remembering of whats cherishing,
not to mention the retention rots imaging the devil in heaven sins.
Peril in maven skins as rage within concucts in a moment of anguish,
im hopeless for handling from the very second im frozen from language.
Speech the token im gambling into this thrill, a wheel of misfortune,
I feel the missed forced to bet black or blue, the will of an orphan.
Im real to a portion of a human being greaving, tear drop seedlings,
that meal feeding the Earth, contrary to the curse of lost greetings.
Im pursed to not teaming for miscellaneous reasons, fake opinions,
built around my graced appearance, reverence raised straight intent of 'em.
A great sense of severance portraited through actions and optical liquid,
enraptured to optional spirits, as my friends locked me in real shit.
Friends lost within the realness, but being tangible was a ghost story,
Im disputing, executing words of reasoning till my mandible broke on me.
In this land of corrosion, all I see is affliction, depiction 1990's,
enrichen the lighting thats shining, its back to races fighting whiteys.
And mighty tyrants opressing ticks of the intellectually incessancy,
Erect the decibel cemetry and cease interesting sentences to breathe.
Having to rent these dreams, I fiend for pittance measly raking reason,
sake for leaving existence, my minds the only thing thats breaking even.
Jumping into lakes to stop breathing, forsaken in this life of patience,
Left in these shrouded occasions, I don't even own the right to waiting.
Im liked to hating, a nation embraced to keep me down faced, wasted,
clowns laced sniggering, haste to find riveting, my found race, traceless..

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damn...this was nice dude.
as usual, you have crazy vocab so that I need a dictionary to understand you topic.
your flow seemed off at points, but if this is written for audio, then it'll probably flow to the beat.
I can't wait to hear this in your crazy raspy mad-rapper mofo of a voice. It'll be ill *twitches with anticipation*
good work
Peace

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

Thanks For The Reply Bro...

So You Like My Crazy Ass Voice Eh...?

damn yo, that shit was tight,
i havent read ya other shit
but damn, i did need to get a dictionary to define half of that
it was hott...and deep...
you got skill dawg.

yeah dude, your voice is insane....
vitality complex is ill....

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

very hot, i to need a dictonary to understand your rhyme but nice, on another note SChool is PlayedOut!

Thanks For The Reply..

LoL...It Is Pretty Insane..HAHA

a little shocked by your audio
with such sick beats and real lyrics i thought you would be tighter
but your a damn good writter
i just think you should focus on that
your flow is broken and its not going to be fixed untill the little gobiln leaves your voice box

keep doing what you do
ive always respected your words

peace

-B

My Voice Is My Voice, Some People Like It, Some Don't....

I Appreciate The Feedback Though...

yea i guess we are all stuck with what we got

Word About My Flow Though...

Im Still Looking For My Style Of Flowing..

you will find it
i think i was the only one who didnt need a dictionary to understand your flow

But Then Again...Its Not Asthough Your A Head That Has No Knowledge...

Your Pieces Are Dope..