I'll go first, 8 lines each?
I'll go first, 8 lines each?
Last edited by Soule; August 22nd, 2009 at 04:09 PM
Good lookin Soulé, go for it my man and then when its posted up i'll follow on, then to Kill, and Official to rap it up.
Legend.
RB Original.
Meta. Convicts.
18-0 Crew Record, 06-07 Best Crew.
Will write when I get back, sellin' some movies to the Antique store.
No worries dude.
Legend.
RB Original.
Meta. Convicts.
18-0 Crew Record, 06-07 Best Crew.
He climbed into bed, tied to the dread of a long day,
walked the wrong way in a place that he saw in gray.
Jesus walks along his trail, though his wishes are frail,
he wants to die, just to hide from Davy Jones' dark sail.
An owl flew around outside the glass of his window,
reminding him how earlier, he had to let a friend go.
Like a shooting star, a tear scars the side of his face,
and he then realises how lifeless he is and out of place.
Last edited by Soule; August 22nd, 2009 at 05:16 PM
Lied??... thats wrong lol...
Legend.
RB Original.
Meta. Convicts.
18-0 Crew Record, 06-07 Best Crew.
There...
G'luck Messiah
Eh, please God tell me I didn't just waste a verse.
He climbed into bed, tied to the dread of a long day,
walked the wrong way in a place that he saw in gray.
Jesus walks along his trail, though his wishes are frail,
he wants to die, just to hide from Davy Jones' dark sail.
An owl flew around outside the glass of his window,
reminding him how earlier, he had to let a friend go.
Like a shooting star, a tear scars the side of his face,
and he then realises how lifeless he is and out of place.
His brain shows strain, as each grain it pains; his vains
pulsate at an alarming rate, taking the bait; that irates
his eyes and strives his inability to calm, as he rives in-
torment; the hours spent toss and turning to the extent-
he crumbles; mind fumbles and his lip quivers and mumbles
nothingness - the mess his life has distressed, but bless
his dreams, seem like screams now as his eyes gleam holes-
through the blinds that keeps him behinds; makinds; grinds.
Legend.
RB Original.
Meta. Convicts.
18-0 Crew Record, 06-07 Best Crew.
He climbed into bed, tied to the dread of a long day,
walked the wrong way in a place that he saw in gray.
Jesus walks along his trail, though his wishes are frail,
he wants to die, just to hide from Davy Jones' dark sail.
An owl flew around outside the glass of his window,
reminding him how earlier, he had to let a friend go.
Like a shooting star, a tear scars the side of his face,
and he then realises how lifeless he is and out of place.
His brain shows strain, as each grain it pains; his vains
pulsate at an alarming rate, taking the bait; that irates
his eyes and strives his inability to calm, as he rives in-
torment; the hours spent toss and turning to the extent-
he crumbles; mind fumbles and his lip quivers and mumbles
nothingness - the mess his life has distressed, but bless
his dreams, seem like screams now as his eyes gleam holes-
through the blinds that keeps him behinds; makinds; grinds.
His nose intoxicated, by the fumes of powdered cocaine.
Life on his last grain, as his salted tears covered pain -
His life was lifeless,his soul gone, his mind thinking bland
Riding obvious depression of time till his last grain of sand
Eyes roaring red veins; caught transition in a quick stare.
Trapped in locked cages of rage, walking routes of despair.
His memories through breeze, his life flying with no wings,
His past soul taken and his meanings gone with the wind.
Last edited by Real Dope.; August 23rd, 2009 at 07:39 PM
....and now Kill to finish it off.
Legend.
RB Original.
Meta. Convicts.
18-0 Crew Record, 06-07 Best Crew.
He climbed into bed, tied to the dread of a long day,
walked the wrong way in a place that he saw in gray.
Jesus walks along his trail, though his wishes are frail,
he wants to die, just to hide from Davy Jones' dark sail.
An owl flew around outside the glass of his window,
reminding him how earlier, he had to let a friend go.
Like a shooting star, a tear scars the side of his face,
and he then realises how lifeless he is and out of place.
His brain shows strain, as each grain it pains; his vains
pulsate at an alarming rate, taking the bait; that irates
his eyes and strives his inability to calm, as he rives in-
torment; the hours spent toss and turning to the extent-
he crumbles; mind fumbles and his lip quivers and mumbles
nothingness - the mess his life has distressed, but bless
his dreams, seem like screams now as his eyes gleam holes-
through the blinds that keeps him behinds; makinds; grinds.
His nose intoxicated, by the fumes of powdered cocaine.
Life on his last grain, as his salted tears covered pain -
His life was lifeless,his soul gone, his mind thinking bland
Riding obvious depression of time till his last grain of sand
Eyes roaring red veins; caught transition in a quick stare.
Trapped in locked cages of rage, walking routes of despair.
His memories through breeze, his life flying with no wings,
His past soul taken and his meanings gone with the wind.
Taken by force living a regretful life without Addiction,
The hour glass final Source, caused with minor conviction.
As the sand falls life stands still, every aspect fades clear,
Within Time all suffering ended until, the last Grain was near.
All pain reappears as tears arise, destroyin his filtered mind,
A thousand cries, countered failed attempts but not this time.
The last grain had to be dropped, the glass fails to continue again,
All of his hope stopped, life dimming as the grain falls to an end.
Last edited by Bstill; August 23rd, 2009 at 09:07 PM
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Completed And Checked Sir :P
Bstill want to send me that audio bro...that is awesome.
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