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Truth, Dreams, & Sorrow
Truth, Dreams, & Sorrow.....
envisioned a dream....my thoughts had predicted a scene
about a man who was old....took a trip to a stream
he tried to drink a lil water he was dyin from thirst
cryin from hurt.....swollen wounds.....I decided to nurse
this old man....5’5....was a hundred and four
gave em some water and some bread he started mumbling more
his stomach grumbled and roared......devoured nothing for days
looked at his face.....felt the pride that his darkness portrays
and then he smiled away.....slightly troubled from pain
in his wrists...pulled up the sleeves....he was buckled in chains
and it was evident to me this modest man was a slave
born and raised.....hit me deeper than the core of a cave
as I glanced in his eyes.....less darker than black
he turned around.....i was stunned by the scars on his back
tears rolled down my eyes.....sensed the ache of my past
my breathing paused....felt the weight like someone’s takin my last
nothing comes close to the sufferin he was touchin
he told me how his masters would give him endless instructions
callin em king shit.... then gave him a royal flushin
after all....they were beatin this man like a percussion
his heart was pure as the sunlight on a rainy hour
sayin im trapped....but still movin cuz God gave me the power
hes motivated....u smile but u grimace from truth
asked him who he was he said the image of u
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another dream...another scene....a beautiful world
not in the house of a quarrel thru a beautiful girl
and what beautiful pearl thats trapped inside of a clam
emotional vibes is what she really needs from her man
he walked outta the door......she cranked the water works
her prince doesn’t pay attention when her heart-is-hurt
shes 5’2....long hair...hourglassed....brown skin
the type that’s always noticed when shes around him
I asked her whats the problem girl u lookin pretty heated?
I know its complicated but he doesn’t really mean it
hes conceited and not real....how long yall been together
she said.....it doesn’t matter cuz it wont get any better
he doesn’t say I love u....and hes workin all the time
I just wanna be noticed......let em know whats on my mind
I know that im the star of his show.......I wanna shine
hes so far ahead of his life......he left me behind
im not the candy in his eye....I don’t even wanna live
resurrect the good old days?....my soul I would give
it’s a shame....I looked in her eyes the pain was drippin
im trippin from the inflictions of sorrow that she was given
she looked familiar....I inquired a description of her hubbie
5’5 ...dark skin....suceessful....smart.....and funny
kind heart....well it used to be, his face featurin youth
come to think of it....I realize....he looks like u
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now this shyt is getting into my brain....into my lane
the story’s flowin like the blood thats into my veins
ponderin if it’s a curse or an incandescent blessin
seems these thoughts are “aim”ed at me to send an “instant message”
saw a lady.....unaccompanied....short....in her late 80’s
in the cemetery....white dress....by a grave wailing
now this chick look like my mother.....the ambiance I sensed
drew me into her presence.....my muscles started feelin tense
felt emotions like I knew her......gave the lady a hug
then she fainted in my arms like i gave her a drug
opened her eyes.......startled cuz im into her sight
squintin like she saw the brightest of perpetual light
eyes widened.....became the source of a thousand rivers
spoke of her sons demise.....gave me icy cold shivers
up my spine....she cried....told me of her noble son
her 1st born outta 5 and he was the oldest one
confessin, he died in car accident....broke his chest in
his demise met with destiny like they were best friends
saw a photo by the grave.....his smile shined vividly
dark skinned....brown eyes....5’5....looked full of energy
my heart full of sympathy....he shook life free
as I stared....my heart stopped cuz he looked like me
we dread on the past and future....survive the present
don’t half ass life like a moon in its cresent
demises come and go.....we all gotta pay the toll
cuz freedom in this life.....is the ultimate goal
People Im Sorry For This Being So Long
And The Second Verse Was Writtin In Like 30 Minutes
It Was Supposed To Be A Colab But They Took To Long
So I Decided To Go Solo
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damn lol this was loooonnggg,
but it was well worth the read,
like the wordplay and it seemed pretty deep,
would be cold for a topical battle aswell,
and what beautiful pearl thats trapped inside of a clam
emotional vibes is what she really needs from her man
I know that im the star of his show.......I wanna shine
hes so far ahead of his life......he left me behind
my favourite lines
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Really felt the topic coming from you.
Structre was aiight could have been a lil better.
Flow was feelable liked it.
But the wordplay needed some work.
Can you hit up my om with Nash please.
Keep it up.
~Sin
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This was sick man, i culdnt rely c it in an audio but for a written its v. gd. Ur wrdplay was gd and ur similies and shit were sick. rhymin was nice and that like about a pearl in a clam is deep man i liked ip. U got skill showin especially at 15. Dope
Keep droppin
peace :)
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