SHOULD I?
should I write?
Is it wasted time?
Does it work when I’m trying?
Revive my heart when my mind is dying?
Dry sad eyes when they come to me crying?
Pick out the liars before they start lying?
What’s the point?
I talk too much,
All comes out in a puzzled rush,
Seem to relax but back at step one,
Emptied the mag but never shot the gun,
I got things off my chest i still need to overcome,
It’s difficult to explain,
There’s so many ideas and theories lodged in my brain,
Moving too quick I couldn’t catch one to name,
I want to be heard like thunder in rain,
Scream it all out till my heads fucking tame,
So loud aliens will respect my space,
Idk seems to be my favorite phrase,
Cuts feelings short I feel it has no place,
Numbing the pain and expression off my face,
Neither liquor nor drugs are needed for this,
Lock down my brain and un-ball my fists,
Floating in space reality drifts,
Sleep or don’t sleep doesn’t exist,
Secretly wishing I could crawl out of my skin,
Like a circle my thoughts don’t just begin,
I’ve broken them down like a gravity dish,
Falling from the cabinets in heaven, I think I was struck by this shit,
Or maybe it’s before I was conceived,
Lisa is my mother we relate when we think,
I’ve got her brain and I still get pissed,
Believe in God but take it as a diss,
I don’t wanna sit and sing kum-bye-ya,
I wanna work a fuckin mind numbing job,
Something to focus on,
Fuckin anything other than the cooking pot,
We mixed a lot,
Released a lot,
The beast is not,
A building block,
He’s got a lock,
Bark to shock,
Stop the clock,
Found the rock,
Down by the dock,
Tied to a rope,
Thrown from a boat,
In order to sink,
A rope tied to something,
I feel like it’s me,
But I can’t really see,
Neither can I breathe,
Or catch a break mentally,
When I do I’ll ask for leave,
I can’t answer every single question,
As to others I’ll leave you to keep guessing,
My brain makes me believe that every situation is some controlled testing,
I bet there’s billions of ads saying their products the best thing,
I ain’t one of the get it off my chest type things,
More like the angels and demon on my shoulders are wreslting,
Go good go,
You know you know,
Then the demon shouts,
What’s the point let’s bounce,
In the end only you count,
Be the king and force your way through now,
But this time the angle wins and I make two bows,
I always new how sheep where hoodies in new crowds,
But I’ll spend my time training with the true crown.
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Here are my scores: Bars: 9/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 9/10
I just love to write haha @TheJoKerKiNG
@self_made32 Likewise, just never wrote to rap, always freestyled...had to find my voice again.
Aye preciate it dawg💯💯 I’ve been writing since 5th grade, started as poems just added a beat to em
@self_made32 Shit, that's how I started. You're not new to the rap game though...I can tell. Your rap is smooth and delivered hella clean.
Yup lmao these dudes would not settle down😂😂🤙🙄@ @TheJoKerKiNG
Preciate it fam @ @Skullitenkey
You record in your car huh? lol
SHOULD I? should I write? Is it wasted time? Does it work when I’m trying? Revive my heart when my mind is dying? Dry sad eyes when they come to me crying? Pick out the liars before they start lying? What’s the point? I talk too much, All comes out in a puzzled rush, Seem to relax but back at step one, Emptied the mag but never shot the gun, I got things off my chest i still need to overcome, It’s difficult to explain, There’s so many ideas and theories lodged in my brain, Moving too quick I couldn’t catch one to name, I want to be heard like thunder in rain, Scream it all out till my heads fucking tame, So loud aliens will respect my space, Idk seems to be my favorite phrase, Cuts feelings short I feel it has no place, Numbing the pain and expression off my face, Neither liquor nor drugs are needed for this, Lock down my brain and un-ball my fists, Floating in space reality drifts, Sleep or don’t sleep doesn’t exist, Secretly wishing I could crawl out of my skin, Like a circle my thoughts don’t just begin, I’ve broken them down like a gravity dish, Falling from the cabinets in heaven, I think I was struck by this shit, Or maybe it’s before I was conceived, Lisa is my mother we relate when we think, I’ve got her brain and I still get pissed, Believe in God but take it as a diss, I don’t wanna sit and sing kum-bye-ya, I wanna work a fuckin mind numbing job, Something to focus on, Fuckin anything other than the cooking pot, We mixed a lot, Released a lot, The beast is not, A building block, He’s got a lock, Bark to shock, Stop the clock, Found the rock, Down by the dock, Tied to a rope, Thrown from a boat, In order to sink, A rope tied to something, I feel like it’s me, But I can’t really see, Neither can I breathe, Or catch a break mentally, When I do I’ll ask for leave, I can’t answer every single question, As to others I’ll leave you to keep guessing, My brain makes me believe that every situation is some controlled testing, I bet there’s billions of ads saying their products the best thing, I ain’t one of the get it off my chest type things, More like the angels and demon on my shoulders are wreslting, Go good go, You know you know, Then the demon shouts, What’s the point let’s bounce, In the end only you count, Be the king and force your way through now, But this time the angle wins and I make two bows, I always new how sheep where hoodies in new crowds, But I’ll spend my time training with the true crown.
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@TheJoKerKiNG
nice crazy bars