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~Babylon~ vs Shh!.Writer
IP: 9465 0DDF
Battle Rules:TOPICAL
topic Evidence hidden 20-40 lines no crew votes= unless it gets slept on fo rtoo ling No Recycling No Biting No Dr's Explain votes thoroughly.......  Minimum posts to vote: 20 Check in by: 04-05-06 at 05:13 AM Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in. |
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delicate maige, pierced position
put in a situation that no one noticed to vision. career on the line, intense pressure advanced could not see with keen vision. cleared with no chance. makin it..................one day at a time. so one day time came by, N took his LIFE. for what? yet still no has yet to say why lil homies and young ladies die these days. still no mercy spared for when its you!, you beg worse than a poor man on the street or a hard workin slave. wit problems so DEEP, deeper than 6 feet. lonley few ever make for others cheat to there feet. slick and sly....well now when ya die you can ask god the quesion...why lord why?! see, for it was your own actions. that got you packin,thinkin you was a thug..only miini mackin. families hunger yet poor hunger more. so why is that you pray some much! you praise the lord. sayin thank you thank you...til ur lungs are sore. but when a begger whose more sore comes, you close your doors!. Pff...unfair....true definition of DISPAIR. for we chose to be good citizens "we solomnley SWEAR'D" under the outh to be U.S people U= unity not being shown S= seprated not treated equal. * a lawyer can go to work and come home late. wife does not need to ask questions , as long as he ate. for in the morning he the defenser but at night he the defense. pressed up hustlin the streetz on the corner that makes no CENTS* but when a woman leaves at 8 and come home at 11 you start hollerin and beating til she no more tyour precious. for in the morning she a nurse at night she dances for you. treated like a hor, how? her panities dont drop NEVER not even to you. til today it stands as one nation united. all we need is a single good eye to keep us guided A few bads and a few struggled goods. but by the end of the day we all people in the hood. people just dont know cuz they dont pay attention they hear wats goin on, commotions and mentions. yet not one lifting a finger til another one stands. the beautiy of unity is that no one stands a CHANCE![SIZE=2] get it str8 and understand the concept and idea mayne........
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“It’s so quiet, you could hear for miles” . . . . . Its Quiet, the streets are empty, a smell is in the air Clouds passing the sun, a feeling of crucifiable anger and despair No gleafull, no smile, no happy in sight, no children, no play, no games or bikes Just a dry deceptive mood, of which, I’ve never seen the likes A car battered and beaten, lies on the other side of town In a cloud of smoke and fire, from a single piercing round A child and a mother, trapped with in this hell Scream the deepest screams, my heart has ever felt Flesh melts away, bones become brittle and break Alone stands this unforgivable, unforgettable, so regrettable mistake . . . . . In a room cold and pale, with a mirror and a desk Sits a boy lost and lonely, counting every breath Regrets begin to stress, as the time and pressure sets For a choice, from a challenge, from peers with no respect Causes a boy to hold a gun, and blast his dreams away And take the life from mother and child, in a reprehensible remiss way Twists of a doorknob, sounds of clinking shoes Detective and a partner, walk in with awkward news You may leave they say, your parents are in the hall Thoughts drowning in the sound of freedom behind the wall Steps to his father, father says we’re going home . . . . . The boy heads home as he passes another room With a man in a flannel shirt, whom apears to never groom Screams from an officer, in the face of this average man Grabbing his hand and slamming it often and Jerkin is head, until its worked into red This is ubsurd he says, it’s worthless, sure their dead But I didn’t do it, I wasn’t there, this isn’t fair The officer says, it was what it was and it is what is and if it wasn’t, than why was the gun stashed in your rig . . . . . As the boy arrives home, his friend awaits With a crooked smile, like a devil, with a lost soul to take Why are you here the boy asks, his friend then paused Pulled him to the side, and said, covering the shit you caused Me the boy says, like you didn’t do nothing You‘re the one who pushed me, you said I was bluffing But its ok now, says the friend, the gun I chucked Fuck, I even threw it in some old dirty dueds truck How can you say that, with a proudly vivid stand I mean, I killed two people, and you framed an innocent man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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