I've seen the lights, cameras, action... the glitters, the gold
From the sinister homes with treatment that deminshes souls
Been beaten by the heathens, too little to know
That the dark side of life blocks out my glimmer of hope
The bigger man, others woulda pulled the trigger and ran
The waiter, tryna cater all these other different demands
No stability at home, I prolly shoulda built it in-land
But sat back and watched as it slowly sinks in the sand
A chink in my armour, life can damage my thoughts
In a face to face embrace with diamond samuri swords
Verbal assassins aimin' at me, each are after my corpse
Unafraid, display the anger that my laughter might cause
Captured by the blackness like my casket was closed
I'd break a leg, bend over backwards just to fracture my bones
Relax, observe the facts, syntax my captions composed...
...enclosed, exposed ya actions as distractions erode!

 

 

Why turn the other cheek when Jesus died young?
They feed you information to keep your pride numb
The goon state of mind that makes the youth say goodbye
To rules they abide by seems derived from…
A crippled ass society where weed will fry lungs
Of youngsters runnin’ round like they legalized guns
Embracing inner demons and the evils God shunned
Stuck on being hard like these seeds is dry cum
Kids some good mothers wouldn’t feed for 9 months
Yes, before the birth too; even live ones
The penalized scum that are raping their households
Their paper is out cold, it’s taking ‘em down slope
Not wise enough to stop blaming the Dow Jones
But bright enough to not pay for them downloads
So not recession proof it’s making ‘em work hard
Hitting rock bottom with the wage of their first job!

 

Cal, I noticed you rhyme with an accent but it kind of through me off at first...but it was decent.

Both of you did pretty well Id say. Props gangstas.