I`m Just Bein` Frank ..

I`m sick of it all. . The endless dead romance,
Where we I sit and I pick at the thorns, of a red rose branch.
And it`s depicted in all, of our facial expressions,
As we await spates of hate, All it takes is a second.
We escape through our records, with a boundless abundance,
While cheap labours ground us to dust, and now found us redundant.
Trust my floundering judgement, to leave when I needed it most,
The greed their feeding us, keeping us from the freedom we toast.
Bleeding us whole, I feel my insecurites have been raped,
This rotten Gotham's become a featureless state I need to escape.
The demons I face, are undergoing a pseudo-metamorphosis,
I seek to find new peace of mind and something more than THIS!
These walls depict, the blank canvas I now have become,
The boy lost, facing humiliation he's been cowering from.
With no redeeming qualities, I often sit in a black flume,
Turning the 'Great Depression' into me slitting my wrists in the bathroom.
The hideous black womb, of a gaunt world in motion,
I hide away from the silent gaze and right of way my girls devoting.
The unfurling ocean, bathes my sorely calloused feet,
Summizing me until I can finally see this is all a fantasy.
Yet good fortune carries me, through this dire life of sin,
Where it takes a bitter upheaval to ignite the fire within.
No knowing where to quite begin, yet we STILL search for answers,
And blindly follow a Lord striking loved ones, with virulent germs and cancer.
I burn with rancour, at the thought of my heart of gold,
Being tarnished by a nark as cold, as Arctic snow.
We've far to go, until we find the essence of life,
The worlds our oyster, we'll feast on it when the peasants unite!
In the dead of the night, we'll rise again to claim our thrones,
And in a blaze of raining bows, we'll step up to take control.
As the gates unfold, I'll march to the front of our fleet or rank,
And proceed with 'Be Seated.' See,

Im just bein' Frank...

I replied to Chrit's "The Truth", and a couple of newer heads pieces. I also replied to Nique's "State of mind you cant afford" drop.

- It's Franky Baby!

Haha, this forum's dying man! ..

Pretty coo.. more poetic then rap.. but still well thought out an good flow

That Was Nice Im Feelin That Bruh

good flow and rythm. starts out sort of like a doomed love affair song. drill....

then uhmmm? this rotten Gotham. nice thought. but no lead up tyo where or what Gotham is. other than in a batman flick.ha...... and then a little after that sum ridiculous vocab appears, which i wont be looking up the m,eaning of those words any time soon......... picks up after an interlude tho, going back to the girl thing w quite a pace. after jumping around somewhat w the concept....... a couple cliches seemed to simplyfy it rather than add much effect. the world's our oyster....... yawn

still had sum ill poetics.... ended cool.


dope skills on the table

stay poppin


check this out yo

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=304652

Wordizzle.

yeah . n saying thatn bro. i read it again. n just figured on gotham being a matta for City. ha . coo. n yeah i cud understand that crazy mettaphorsis or wateva part. but not at a glimpse. and the other or second half of the oyster line was coo. just. start was yawn.

write some more


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