Idol Eyes

sral · 06-13-2018, 02:55 PM

aka: Eulogy
posted at: Rapmusic.com, UrbanProwlers.net, Keystyling.com
Crews: Hybrid Angels

"A Road Less Travelled" (2005)

Can’t escape, cop a rock, a gram or eighth.
I need this shit, weed & liqs or my hand, it shakes.
A rancid place, why won’t God grant me grace?
Pulling me down like quick sand, I stand my place.
Ran the race, chase the high, free base and fly.
Crack granting a crash landing at a pace to die.
In a daze I cry surrender, grovel to a hopeless battle.
God as my crutch, I hobble a road less traveled.
Soul broke & baffled, spiritually bankrupt.
Try to kill the fear and fearfully drank up.
Nearly gave up, a buried coffin, a weary bottom.
…a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
No tale of Mary Popins, no spoon full as a remedy.
Found a solution, an AA room full of serenity.
Befriended me through their hands and through thier plan.
could change the road and “life can take a U-turn man”
Should I believed them? Or should I be leaving.
If I dash, my ass was in for a beating.
Alcohol was scheming, awaiting the relapse.
Fantasizing the drink or embracing the weed sacks.
Staying on my knee caps, God show me the strength.
and God I mean that, I will go to a to any length.
to escape unfriendly place, alone at rock bottom.
A new low, soul was condoned & lost rotten.
I was stopped often, told “take it a day at a time.”
But it was second by second, I was insane in my mind.
To restless to think, couldn’t stop obsessing the drink.
Nothing worked, no matter what I confessed to the shrink
Took a breath to think, though I realized…
I been 30 days sober, hope filled inside.
Didn’t know why or what was working.
No longer hurting, AA was curving the thirsting.
Working the 12 steps, rose from hells depths.
Trusted in God and still haven’t fell yet.
Family life is well kept, no more broken homes.
Scrapping threw, black & blue, no eyes w/ swollen tones.
No groaning moans, don’t cause mother’s tears.
Sober over 35 months and almost got another year.
Walk a free man, no disgrace, I run with god’s speed.
Recovered from a hopeless state of mind and body.

HA!
Bottomless Platoon
Idol Eyes

06-13-2018, 02:55 PM	#1
sral LARSLARSLARSLARSLARS Join Date: Aug 2014 Location: CRUMPETVILLE Posts: 8,605 Battle Record: 28-3 Champed - Gimmick Battle League - The Winter Topical - Topical Martyrs - Lime Green Poetry Association - Lyric Olympics - Art of Writing League - Guerrilla Writing League (2x) - Black August II Rep Power: 85899396	Idol Eyes aka: Eulogy posted at: Rapmusic.com, UrbanProwlers.net, Keystyling.com Crews: Hybrid Angels "A Road Less Travelled" (2005) Can’t escape, cop a rock, a gram or eighth. I need this shit, weed & liqs or my hand, it shakes. A rancid place, why won’t God grant me grace? Pulling me down like quick sand, I stand my place. Ran the race, chase the high, free base and fly. Crack granting a crash landing at a pace to die. In a daze I cry surrender, grovel to a hopeless battle. God as my crutch, I hobble a road less traveled. Soul broke & baffled, spiritually bankrupt. Try to kill the fear and fearfully drank up. Nearly gave up, a buried coffin, a weary bottom. …a permanent solution to a temporary problem. No tale of Mary Popins, no spoon full as a remedy. Found a solution, an AA room full of serenity. Befriended me through their hands and through thier plan. could change the road and “life can take a U-turn man” Should I believed them? Or should I be leaving. If I dash, my ass was in for a beating. Alcohol was scheming, awaiting the relapse. Fantasizing the drink or embracing the weed sacks. Staying on my knee caps, God show me the strength. and God I mean that, I will go to a to any length. to escape unfriendly place, alone at rock bottom. A new low, soul was condoned & lost rotten. I was stopped often, told “take it a day at a time.” But it was second by second, I was insane in my mind. To restless to think, couldn’t stop obsessing the drink. Nothing worked, no matter what I confessed to the shrink Took a breath to think, though I realized… I been 30 days sober, hope filled inside. Didn’t know why or what was working. No longer hurting, AA was curving the thirsting. Working the 12 steps, rose from hells depths. Trusted in God and still haven’t fell yet. Family life is well kept, no more broken homes. Scrapping threw, black & blue, no eyes w/ swollen tones. No groaning moans, don’t cause mother’s tears. Sober over 35 months and almost got another year. Walk a free man, no disgrace, I run with god’s speed. Recovered from a hopeless state of mind and body. HA! Bottomless Platoon Idol Eyes __________________ - Netcees Rebuttal Tourney - Art of Writing League (x 4) - AOWL Season 11 Champion (Undefeated Season) Last edited by sral; 06-13-2018 at 03:38 PM.