AOWL Week 4: bleak (0-1) VS. Zenland (1-2) [ZENLAND WINS, 5-3.]

Zen · 03-05-2013, 04:20 PM

Just usin the name of the beat not using this verse to go with the beat. Quick drop inspired by mine and Split's debate in the prediction thread.

America the Great

Where's my respiration? My breath is takin away from debts and wages,
I'm left in rages forming preperations to level nations and create seperations
From domestications, You don't realize we've stepped in cages,
But I've kept my patience looking for the best of saviors like moses,
Focus, Look past the hocus pocus and notice that what they've shown us
And put forward is bogus, "Money doesn't help the poor but hope does,"
Of course they loathe us, They're forced to blow up and besiege the leeches
As bombs drop like swarms of locusts, The door is closed up,
The rich are chosen after wars settle the scores with big explosions,
We're left with mixed emotions probably since the economy is in a fixed erosion,
While kids are hopin the mages of Wall Street can fix a potion
To ease the wound, But they keep it open, The bloods seepin and flowin
On the streets they grow in, But they say they'll be peace in a moment
And we believe it to, why can't we see the truth?
I'm pissed to the core left wishin for more, I need a lift to soar,
They can't feed us, That shit's a chore, but they need us to get their force
To get sent to wars on two trips and tours without mentioning what for,
Thousands lifeless and you wonder why it's like this, What's rich without poor?

03-05-2013, 04:20 PM	#1
Zen Arm the Homeless Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,102 Battle Record: 22-24 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 35079722	Just usin the name of the beat not using this verse to go with the beat. Quick drop inspired by mine and Split's debate in the prediction thread. America the Great Where's my respiration? My breath is takin away from debts and wages, I'm left in rages forming preperations to level nations and create seperations From domestications, You don't realize we've stepped in cages, But I've kept my patience looking for the best of saviors like moses, Focus, Look past the hocus pocus and notice that what they've shown us And put forward is bogus, "Money doesn't help the poor but hope does," Of course they loathe us, They're forced to blow up and besiege the leeches As bombs drop like swarms of locusts, The door is closed up, The rich are chosen after wars settle the scores with big explosions, We're left with mixed emotions probably since the economy is in a fixed erosion, While kids are hopin the mages of Wall Street can fix a potion To ease the wound, But they keep it open, The bloods seepin and flowin On the streets they grow in, But they say they'll be peace in a moment And we believe it to, why can't we see the truth? I'm pissed to the core left wishin for more, I need a lift to soar, They can't feed us, That shit's a chore, but they need us to get their force To get sent to wars on two trips and tours without mentioning what for, Thousands lifeless and you wonder why it's like this, What's rich without poor?