Yea,The cost of life is frost bite,
a lost fight,
and the seasons beats my temple sensless,
i lay defensless,
as the dull scene intervenes,
behind the high walls,
the beat arouses the mind of this young teen,
my social status is underrated,
but it is what it is,
like the style is concentrated,
dialated visions,
street lights mark the street fights,
aint no winners being sinners,
the heat is vagrant,
cold weather lasts forever,
my picture painted,
never fall,
but the consequence make my progress stall,
the globes rotation's my evalution of a dieng call.

it always flows and makes great points however i would really like to see you work a piece just as deep without the sugary ryhmes.]\

"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

I'll give it a try.

aint no winners being sinners,
the heat is vagrant,
cold weather lasts forever,
my picture painted,
never fall,

*****my personal favorites****

it's hard for me to say that i dont like this, but there is something that's lacking. there's a sense of realness to it that i dig but i think the implementation of some more poetical techniques would help you out a lot here.

>street lights mark the street fights,
>aint no winners being sinners,
^^ strong. add some more imagery like in that first line.
respect.

nm

for readin and replyin,ill take the thoughts and critique into consideration.