I swear to God he'd beat word association on hard
if it was on playstation without a memory card.
Yo dawg; he believes autographs can be signed,
I invite you to take a dive inside of his mind;
this part definitely made me laugh
Awaiting death - Limbo - Heaven and Hell, difference? Black and white racists,
the animal kingdom embrace it and cells divide! The reason we can't unite!!
Aint it tight; open your mind with self lobotomy, that's the dope economy,
a situation where meditation and monks meet with a drunks honesty.
The sentences commences references consciously,
it boils down to the pot that circles the society fiending for sodomy.
Is it judgmental or wrong? Murphy's Law all along?
When it comes down to it our nature is where we all belong.
damn
I spoke to him once, his views on hiphop wasn't of guns,
he viewed it as a corrupted group like reformed nuns;
I don't know why but i loved this
Alice; The city is full of pigs like the cops in bugs bunny to the silent hills and eight mile kills
the white rabbit, can you finally catch it or are you hooked on the game and shallow thrills?
I finally understood the shit he was trying to explain for days;
a person trying to convey a word differently is the problem of Coolidges ways.
And similies reaches infinite puzzles wich is why the world's getting darker,
he made himself an example of why dumbing down sentences only makes the collective smarter.
the whole alice/white rabbit part was dope as fuck man
yea this was definitely a thought provoking piece right here.. made me rethink a couple things lol. i honestly seen the line lengths vs the shortness of the other lines and didn't think i was gunna like it at first glance but i was definitely delighted with what i read.
His father was German and his mother Israeli – I know?!
He was a walking punching bag for bible thumping ‘homos’
So he hated god and figures the natural thing is to be evil
he opens his soul until it sequels in size which was once like a peep hole
ha, bible thumping homos got me
His nerves in sync now he thinks of things like revenge
He skipped school and started dealing in murders
A young killer taking lives to the edge; he knows no borders
But no one is to blame but himself so his optical are aimless
When he shoots he’s blameless for those who are left brainless
On the pavement off shots fired from his holster he calls “heeey miss”
An animal cage less he plots to age less with every murder he stages
didnt really like this part man, ionno.. just didnt feel it
he could fill gorges with the bodies he desecrated
his metamorphosis from mouse to lion is celebrated
Infatuated by his peers, a marksmen amongst the blind
A hero to thieves, king of the pawns he moves with pride
but wait a minute...
In the end he was decrepit and alone he accepted it in shame
No one was getting killed and no one was getting fame
With death knocking… he died not knowing his name
only knowing one way...killing was just a game
this was cool right here
idk bro, i mean i got mixed feelings about this, i loved the story and think you wrote it well it just didnt have anything standing out that was very special that made me ooh or ahh.. on some good points i thought it flowed nicely and that you had mad internals but nothing stood out to me
overall im going to have to go with objective for keeping me more entertained and bringing a thought provoking piece to the table this week, looking forward to reading more from both of you
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