Open Mic: What I've Come To See (Simple 3 16's)

When the time comes...I’ll be the face of the streets
Making it cease from breaking to pieces racing for cheese
Shaking the knees of every racists who labeled me weak
I don’t play to proceed with the name of a G who’s aiming his heat
The gauges that shriek deep in the brains in the seed...
Of the maiden who seeks some faith from this pain that she bleeds
Waiting to be placed in the grave cause it lays us in peace
The only way to be free...Is either me or being named the deceased
Every day of the week...Another fate will complete...
The space of the waves in the sea as one escapes and recedes
They say to praise where He sees the waste that we breathe
But lately it seems, he turned away, we burned the grace that he breeds
Learned to blaze in this weed - Gurgle cases to drink...
The hurt away, then its leak the nerves will crave in the peak...
Of dirt engraved in their veins cause it takes them to dreams
The age doesn’t mean a thing ...That kid had caine when he sneezed
Damn...

It’s not the plan of the Lord - We’re always damned when we’re born
Handed a sword for the land that we formed is branded with war
I can’t stand it no more - I’m stranded in a planet with scorn
Granted with more than cannons to damage the granite of poor
Sand in the storms - Cause a man panicked and forced
His clan to deport from their fam and disband in a hoard
And damn it, it’s torn and banished the grands from before
Now we’re standing on gore - As we dance with the horns
Planted in the dampest of floors - Anxious for more
Tanks are rambling forward, trampling the plants and the doors
Of a home with the mother holding her son closely and hugs
Mostly his blood soaking the gun he chose as the one
I know they’re poking the fun - At them hopeless like bums
Rolling as drunk soldiers, soulless holding doses of drugs
And notes I flow are only closer to none...
It’s like the rope is groping my throat as I choke when I’m hung
Thrown in the slums...

How many more times must I mention pain- -
Or the pensions in this endless game meant to slay...
Many saved from the end of the days where they enter gates
Drenched in flames - When it was clear that the friends were fake
And yeah I said it cause my eyes were clear to the struggle
Fighting tears when a scuffle decided where you will rustle
Beside a peer as his blood is lying near you and rubble
Dyed his gear with the color the sky is clear with and covered
We’re blind in fear and the troubles that stumbles into these steps
A bunch of misfits who’ve bled for one who’s big and misled
We’ve come from infants to men - Going on fifteen
I know I’m wrong - Been flowing long since these...
Pipsqueaks, showed me wrong with weed, chrome, and bonds with G’s
And still my soul is strong...the golden charm IS Free
A poet harmed, hit, treated so bizarre with ease
Until the moment dawn hits deep, I hold the God in me
You’ll all be gone quickly...