first off i gave feedback to Masta C, 2rich, and emerge so thats those and here we go

Construct my minds eyes in rhymes from time to time
Can't fight nines with lines but I fight for mine
Sit inside and cry waiting to die but a sigh of relief as i breath
Cuz I conseive dreams as reality and reality as dreams
Paper tears dispair from here to there without a care
Where a breath of fresh air is a scare to a pair of stares
From the cornea of a man who takes a stand
Hand in hand is the band of people lost in sand
Sink in deep to the steeping feet of the legends that creep
Inside children that weep in their sleep from the sound of my beat
In an inferno of heat from defeat of my feat - ure
In a cure of pure minds that collide when they find
Psychoactivity in a sign from my rhyme in a line
Pain of acrylic in my name is slain
By the pounding of rain on my vein, its insane to my brain
Acidic is my mind in a minute, I forget it
Cuz my past memories are aquited when I spit it

This world tests me each and everyday
So I spray my words as I pray, searching for a better day
To say that I've changed in a positive way from yesterday to 2day
But then comes a frost that leaves me frozen and lost
In a tundra of plains where snowfall rains from the sky
As beautiful minds wither and die from the night
And even when we see the light its lost despite consequences
That rip apart the epidermal skin that uncovers the soul within
But then again, sometimes we see things not seen to a typical eye
Thats never seen tears cry or seen parents lie as someones about to die
I ask why? Are we here to satisfy the needs of a higher being
That contemplates dreams and mortal screams to you and me
But who are we? Why can we judge a man that takes a unique stand
In this world of pretend that stops at the end and dismembers typrical thoughts
Of what rots and whot does not, I spot a light
At the end of a tunnel that funnels down to a point where a joint connection is connected
And invented by a mind that finds a sign in rhymes
Defaced is death in the wake of my tired breath
When nothin but words are left in disrespect for your death
-KeMy$t

its so hard to show the flow of this by lines but its pretty fast hopeufully u get the point. Lets get some feedback people.