Yo,in my coming of age,
my eyes analysed many pages,
and I came across many faces,
was naive and deceived by false words,
but realised what was truth,
and what was absurd,
I differed from my kind,
living quiet in their time,
consumed by writing rhymes,
cause I wish spit rhyme to redeem mankind,
a goal,
none the less,a story to be told,
and while I unfold,
my message hidden,yet in bold,
playing with clay,
minds I wish to mould,
but not play God,
cause I know my position,
in addition,
we need to realise the condition,
change is the essence,
a lesson far from learnt,
cyclic motions continue,
so a new leaf far from turned,
yet if we achieve,
will pages of history be burnt?

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

I really like the concept I've written
many of pieces like this
my favorite part was

"cause I know my position,
in addition,
we need to realise the condition,"

deep ish

Purple is universal with word flow!

Yea I liked them lines too, just came to me nicely.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az