Open Mic: Randomize My Literature #2

A wicked spirit living in the seal of ya soul- -
Shielded by hope - Before you even will know - Your breathing is slow- -
You feel it enrolled - Deep in ya throat - You need to let go- -
But you retreat from that grope - When they mislead what you know- -
Defeated by those - You kneel in this shame- -
You mirror the game - It�s either real or it�s fake- -
Cause once you steer in this race - There�s always tears when you break- -
When you think of the fears of ya fate- -
Ya peers can only peer at ya face - It�s clear what you�ve faced- -
Appear to be great - But reappear in this state: The queer and ingrate- -
You can�t hear it for sake � You make your life what it is- -
Choosing a life full of kids - And a wife who�s a wiz- -
But then decide to depict a knife through her tits- -
And the sight of your kids who try to cry so they live- -
This enlightens your wit - Constricted in prisms- -
Of sadistic addictions for a victim inflicted- -
You feel ya whole description imprisoned- -
Sent in this prison - Sentenced in-finite lengths of perdition- -
You made this meant for ya living - Destiny is fulfilled- -
You meant to be in that field with enemy�s who�ve been killed- -
And that�s when Jesus can�t build - His children are dying- -
Killed with this pride tilting the iron into their spinal- -
Pills are relied on�
To still all the crying and pain climbing the sane- -
Tines in the veins when the mind�s enlightened in rage- -
Trying to gain understandings of this life and it�s games- -
If it�s made to murder a man�then strike with the gauge- -
Fight for a place - Till one reigns but can�t handle the pressure- -
They panic through measures of damage and stupid antics they treasured- -
Letters branded with the grand of depression- -
Another young�n angered at parents or just can�t stand one more second...
Stepping here in this world - Lured in this atrocity- -
The cost to be a boss deletes a lot of peace across cities...
And states and countries - Global toxicity- -
Where men would hawk spit to these women not fit to breathe- -
Now watch this decease the reach for �world peace�- -
Where nations kick the borough deep - If a girl speaks- -
I hurl heat in the face of the earth - Erase what it�s worth- -
Cause every state there�s a birth when someone�s fate�s in the dirt- -
I hate what we�ve earned - Made just to learn how to destroy- -
Thousands of boys and gals are deployed out as decoys- -
My sound will anoint...As pure as can be�
And cure the disease demons nourished in deep- -
Cause surely it seeped in the hatred we spread- -
So I pray that the dead felt no pain when they slept- -
Use this blade to embed my point of view in ya mind- -
And join the youth in a line with those who grew from the crimes- -
If they could choose who should die � Free�s on top of the list- -
Not to be bliss � Better to tell the truth then to lie- -
From rocking with cliques � I wasn�t pushed in a fight- -
Cause I knew it�s always best to only shoot then to die- -
I knew when to ride � Knew when I made it through I should write- -
Why should I - Settle for shit that YOU would divide�
From the useless to right � I need a booth for the rhymes- -
Cause what I spew coincides with why you�re clueless inside- -

....i dunno, to me, da style seems different...

and yes, different ideas n w.e mixed up, hence the title...there is a part 1 to it i wrote like 2-3 years ago...i needa find it tho...

man i read thru this whole thing like 2 times. its dope as hell. flow was just immaculate. keep this up it great!

not a bad idea ram...

anyway, appreciate the feedback my fellow LAers...

dope piece man, flow was nice, rhymschemes were great, ideas and theme of the piece was dope too...

its a very nice