(Lil C)
Prayin to god behavin my pride while facin the odds...
As the world turns searchin for guiding lights in these days of our lives..
And All My Children, brothers and sisters keep stayin alive...
Cause times continue to fuckin ruffin like its david inside....
Poverty's real from sleepin in cardboard boxes and group homes...
While your worries are if your car doors locked and news on...
We speak the struggle by ear like loops in instrumentals...
Words vivid on the page but confused by pens and pencils...
This for my niggas locked up for robin hoods from merry men...
Puttin food on tables wit shoppin goods from dairy bins...
Forgive me for my sins I knock on wood but its very thin...
Feelin like I'm in a box or a hood to get buried in..
I'm from a place where my sunny days become dark nights...
The Hard life like twenty four seven days of bar fights...
My alarm clocks consisted of gun shots....
You glamorize what I see thru project windows but thats where the fun stops...

(WillNova)

Time keeps going like an energizer alkaline//
The streets never sleep, these bois stay ‘bout their grind//
Life is a gamble u can bet we robb the house this time//
Stick up kids turned bookies, the way they can count on nines//
Theirs only one route to dine, callin this home is Inadequate//
U’ll get cleaned like a laxative, the hood is our habitat//
Shorties hold the plastic gats, oldschoolers got the blade//
Lil gurls got more seeds than Jamaicans sellin reg//
To get paid demote joy and invoke noise while we tote toys//
Only time u see whites when they lookin fo the dope boi//
Unemployed, laid off, unsteady jobs is the fuel fo thieves//
niggas get left wit more holes in them than African jewelry//
accidents hurried, incidents buried, cops don’t show up//
homeless children cryin in the streets until they grown up//
brought up ignorant in slums smoke emerge in my lungs//
concerned wit the Son, askin when the change gon’ come//

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Lyrical Rapsody

iight ppl come on we need some feedback on dis shit.........1

that shit is hot....... im lovin it.. i wanna hear it recorded.....is there a chorus??

yo that shit waz lyrical nigga.imm feelin ya style

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com'on people more feedbak.... oh yeah and if anyone wanna collab, jus holla at me wit a lil pm and we can blow this up

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Lyrical Rapsody

Lil C you was the only one that actually did good.........Will Nova ehh.......wasn't feel'n you at all and C good wordplay but i don't really feel like fully break'n this down i'll do it lata thoh

good job Lil C sorry Nova

RTF links in sig

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Life was sticky awhile I was a sickly child but bloomed
Into Healthy vigor want to be a wealthy figure in tuned
Like Bill Bates even thrill the greats with lyrical fumes
Now live in a strange slum but a CHANGE GON COME soon
Wanna grow as brother and glow in color like a traffic light
Become a graphic sight on every street corner ill like graphite
Marches galore leaving blotches on floors like soldiers in formation
Causing bolder situations in combat they takeover and storm nations

thanx fo da feed guys.....awe i think Nova's was betta than mine........uppin

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Dope drop, this is the first OM about the hood ive ever really felt.

Both goes for say: You had great flow, vocab wasnt brilliant but it worked extremely good, imagery was perfect, and you didnt use played lines.

There wasnt really an emotion to it, you were just describing a lifestyle - but you both did it very well.

Ill keep an eye out for more, well done. Keep it up.