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Angry, I turn my eyes skyward
Fearing I've become a coward, memories searing
flesh against best wishes and good intentions
Paving the way to Hell with unconscious reflexes
Cast hexes on myself and it vex's my patience
I beat the shit outta myself in interrogation-
One on one, mano y mano, quit health for inauguration
I missed the point of my whole fuckin' generation
Because I looked beyond my station in this world-
Shoulda known you can't change your stars
But I thought I'd use my scars and my pain
and turn in 'em to cars- I could use 'em to reign
in fame and glory- Fuck me, Just another
'Lost Kid' story,
And go ahead, Ignore me,
It'll only really hurt if you listen


Whippin' around corners past murders
and extortions- teen pregnancy abortions
Death in the street- black asphalt beet red
White pavement black, the circles come full swing-
And all the children are dead
And even though I speak with a ring of truth-
I'm just another liar with my very own noose
So I loose my vocabulary on the world as an incediary device
and my words float on wings of justice through cemetary's as advice
The dead have endless attention spans
Man's greatest feat is to ignore all it can
about gracious defeat and leaping too far
So I grab the knife and give MYSELF a scar-
Another, add it to the list
So fuck those who speak with a lisp
or carry shit with a limp wrist-
Fuck those with light OR dark skin
Depending on what empty-headed fuck you listen to,
Both are sins
And its all OUR sins
that the shit we're in is this deep to begin with
Fuck anybody, fuck everybody,
But by fuckin' GOD don't offend anybody,

We've been led to believe that bein' PC
is greater to than having HUMANITY
And sanity is over-rated, it doesn't sell
It doesn't help to love your family,
Or be open minded against closed mind-sets
But still I got no regrets-
I wasn't a victim of incest, and I never got beat,
Go figure- I had parents who knew how to treat me
And it leaves me seething- you think that made growin' up easy?
Believe me, I won't fuckin' lie to get recognition
Drop the clutch, spin the tires- Countdown to ignition
Clinton ain't urban- it ain't even suburban
It was farmland- and I ain't bitchin, but growin' up was hard, man
Its hard for everybody, to each their own- and we each got problems
Its in how you solve 'em
Thats your measure of a man-
It ain't in what conflict your in,
Its how far back you draw the line in the sand.

Ok I gotta one-up this at least one time- my first post back!

Feel free to write back even if you just wanna say you hate the shit...

...hopefully somebody will second this cause imo this is so on point in message and flow

usually i lose focus with something this long but you held me riveted- in fact you heated up after that first stanza

great wordplay throughout- i aint even gonna bother quoting

one little piece of advice would be to change interrogations to interrogations in that first stanza

i think it would sound better-- i wanna re read tho later

great drop- didnt know you were gone cause im newer but glad to see your back anyway if this is what you drop

Thats what Im talking about.....this was nice man....great piece....impressive...I remember when we first started.....we've come a long way bro....keep this up...."daps".....peace....mail me in.....

WHAT THE FUCK!

Newsic? What up bro! Damn I gotta hit my inbox up real quick.

right-o

i think asshole would be the trend of this generation.
desperation. guttony. sexual proclivity. poverty. arrogance. corruption. disturbing.

Not quite what I meant by that.. but I can't say I really disagree all that much.

but i still liked what you had to say!

:D

Ha.. well I'm just honored to have you writing in my post, so tangent all ya want.

Nice 2 C U back in the mixxx of things -- :) -- (It's been awhile)


And "we" are *lucky* you brought some ~word~ goodies along witcha! -- ;)


*Nice Drop* -- Stick around 4 awhile, aaiight? -- *smiles*

Photo!

You know girl.. I always had the HOT shit.. haha..

Yeah I'm back.. can't promise nothin', but I'm feelin' much better about this shit than I ever have.. see.. I've experienced a little LIFE.. and now I've got a productive spin on the same angry observations.. I dunno.. it just feels good to spit- as to where I used to HAVE to, and it hurt me to do it..

you captured an alluring portrait of how each of us struggle to live in this complex world...agreed, not everything is black and white....and sometimes, it appears that social insanity is the accepted (and necessary) normality...you have given us deep words to study...thanx

each stroke of the brush here paints personified images of truth

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder

This was very good, and really interesting. It had lots of different topics, like many tiny poems inside a larger one. great scope, and great job in tying them all together.

I liked this in a very unconventional way. It gave me an eerie sense of self-observation. Sort of looking at yourself through my eyes in a mirror. Keep shining!

>It'll only really hurt if you listen
>

>And even though I speak with a ring of truth-
>I'm just another liar with my very own noose
>So I loose my vocabulary on the world as an incediary device
>and my words float on wings of justice through cemetary's as
>advice
>The dead have endless attention spans
>Man's greatest feat is to ignore all it can


>Its how far back you draw the line in the sand.