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I can't stand this, my thoughts are growing outlandish, and all my old homies starting to vanish
The worst part about it is you can't tell I'm hurting or in pain at first glances, everybody just minding they're stances I realized I haven't even reached my prime, yet I'm turning to a past phenomenon, it's like the rise of the Armageddon is coming early, they started dropping bombs in Lebanon nearing the end, like the Mariner who killed the albatross, and never been fake, always been real, honestly don't know how to cross can't look past my flaws, can't tell right from wrong, done did things I can't tell my Moms, guess I got real life problems to drop kinda wishing that this depression can't stop, leaving me with a repression of the presence of thoughts, thought I fought hard but I guess my progression is flawed Sought closure, composure reminiscent of a soldier, with the weight of two worlds on my shoulder, living a double life, wish this plight was over maybe I can see the silver light and finally meet my composer also known as The controller of my negative thoughts, distraught and withdrawn, spawn my immortal pawn, kill all that have wronged my prolonged existence abroad Brought my own style to the table, reminiscent of a storyteller telling preeminent fables, Profound Pupils, no need for labels the rebel out here flipping tables, inspired by the old-head back in the day flippin turntables, just to make a meal Feel the zeal, Surreal reality, with fields of teal, an ideal revelation the type to change a nation, the same type to lead a sinner to salvation and led the homeless to starvation when the rich stopped giving out donations, leaving the rest of us with no passion resting in damnation My mind is speaking foreign languages to some, you need translation? combination of aggravation, mixed with a little innovation and concentration illuminating those around me as I wait in anticipation or maybe all of this is in my imagination |
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The biggest issue, for me, is that so many of the words feel forced in order to keep the rhyme scheme. It's a multi-intensive piece, which is fine, but it feels like multis for multis' sake. I'm going to put all of the lines I think are extremely forced in below:
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Like, why Lebanon in particular? What does it mean to have real life problems to drop? Why do you wish the depression can't(can?) stop? The answer is, they don't fit. You could cut most of the lyrics in this to pull together something meaningful: Quote:
Why are your homies starting to vanish? Why is the speaker depressed? What makes the speaker a rebel? What plight are they going through exactly? Is it the death of friends? Guilt? All of the above? If so, expand on THAT part.
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Your structure gave me all sorts of nausea right now..
Ill be back later
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Right away I'm hung up on "everybody just minding they're stances".
That seems like a forced phrase and it should be Their* I will have to get over it and read the rest of it. |
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