Razah 5-3 vs NYCSPITZ 3-1 - RAZAH 6-3

Razah · 10-07-2015, 12:37 AM

The talent I molded could never diminish in time
Envision how vicious, it was made in this image of mine
The right words will make you mimic a mime
Speechless- That's only a glimpse of my mind
Not complete yet it's fixed in a frame
Too much pressure and it's lynched by the same
The most vivid of lyrics couldn't mirror the pain
Of your soul being judged through the picture it paints
& the paint brush is made from the fire inside
Thoughts lie in my mind, like death, colliding with life
& light overcomes as I rise with the tide
'Til I set with the sun & the sky will be dry
Then a tear drops, slowly a river is formed
I wonder, what's the scene like in that image of yours
Is it distorted or more, was it made from your pain
Did it come from your joy or anger & rage
Both are beautiful; but I took it as precious
With in time, I had a book full of sketches
I hate what I paint when it's actually best
Or is it disaster & death-
Forever a student until I master the pen.

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10-07-2015, 12:37 AM	#3
Razah rockkFresh Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: Chicago. Posts: 1,088 Battle Record: 8-10 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 11328545	The talent I molded could never diminish in time Envision how vicious, it was made in this image of mine The right words will make you mimic a mime Speechless- That's only a glimpse of my mind Not complete yet it's fixed in a frame Too much pressure and it's lynched by the same The most vivid of lyrics couldn't mirror the pain Of your soul being judged through the picture it paints & the paint brush is made from the fire inside Thoughts lie in my mind, like death, colliding with life & light overcomes as I rise with the tide 'Til I set with the sun & the sky will be dry Then a tear drops, slowly a river is formed I wonder, what's the scene like in that image of yours Is it distorted or more, was it made from your pain Did it come from your joy or anger & rage Both are beautiful; but I took it as precious With in time, I had a book full of sketches I hate what I paint when it's actually best Or is it disaster & death- Forever a student until I master the pen.