This is purely fiction, all characters exist only the in artist's head for entertainment's sake...check the story
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...threadid=93385
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...threadid=93205
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...699#post925699
When you read this, don't expect another run of the mill open mic peice that you see on this board, can i get some real replies cause i put real work into this...It's worth the read tho
Topic: You’re a camera, describe what pictures you take.
A roll of pictures, images of happiness flicker
Memories of a melted wick and a forgotten bicker
I’ve taken many pictures, visions and images
The stuff families reminisce peacefully in villages
Speaking of families, here's a photo book that will unfold gradually
Black and white, melancholy glances under my light
A mother and her son, unconditional love in my sight
Several poses filled with joyous smiles and red roses
It’s a bright summer day they chose to dance with naked toes
Through the forest and field, the honest I yield
Blond hair dancing, blue eyes scanning the wondrous feel
The generous mother kneels to offer her son palms closed
Next picture, the son chasing her flying butterfly, her love grows
Such is the first few pages of my album and it's traces
Smiling faces and forgotten memories and sensations
* Flip a few pages*
A solo mother, being held by her husband in tears
Culmination of fears from years as the end nears
Here’s a picture of a locket, taken from the mother's pocket
Inside there's a picture of her son, unknown is the topic
But now he's only a distant memory, a source of pain
Outside their dismal shack flies tragedy, of course it's rain
But what happened to the young, carefree boy you ask?
I can tell you from previous photos, something very rash
He was kidnapped by a masked man, and later found dead
The parents found him too late, only to find the ground red
Their portraits have never been the same, reflecting their pain
Blank stares, dirty, tired faces with tears and their stains
Even me, the inanimate worthless camera feels their hurt
This murdered better stay in the shade and under the dirt..
.....for his own sake
*Flip a few more*
Oh dear god, these are the worst, confirmed with a nod
Pictures of blood froma heart and mangled body parts upon the sod
A crime scene photo of a bullet, silencing the farmhouse's whisper
A photo an earlobe cut into pieces the size of a mouse's whisker
A photo eyeball that deserves it's case, alone, still holding its nerves
A photo of the saddened parents being taken away in cuffs
I don’t lie, I’ve got photo evidence, this isn't the day for bluffs
Flip the page, to previous days where the murdered surfaced
The parents found his purpose, solved the crime and made the purchase
Found what'll hurt this punk the most, a sawed off shotty
Planned to lure him and leave the rats to knaw on his body
The last photo of my album, the one that was made at that moment
I created a lasting image of this second murder that's in their head, frozen....
The mother shot her son's murderer....
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