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I have been writing poetry since I was in the 8th grade, and writing rap since I was a sophomore in college.)

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Under Fire

My Jesus pieces, crafted into shapes of guns
Outside meth labs I run
Don’t care enough 2 pretend
I’m inscribing names on bullets 2 kill all who offend
Slowly oxygen decreases, thoughts of love deceases
Splashin’ graffiti on walls with buckets of blood
Like the Mona Lisa covered in mud
Graphic creations, reshaping nations,
Causin chaos like God united wit Satin.
I breathe fire onto a mic so I see thru darkness
And if God gave a f***, he wouldn’t let me turn heartless
Shovel’s broke, diggin thru snow in a blizzard of hail
So blind to false truth I need Braille.
My body is addicted to pain
Intoxication, c2o2 replacin’ blood in my veins
Lightin’ up cause failure runnin’ through my brain
And the smoke’s so strong, ya can’t even take a whiff
Damn I need an epiph
I’m on my last finger on this trigger slippin’ off this cliff
I won’t let go, but I don’t want a lift.

Tranquility is non-existent to me; rival of serenity
The destroyer of my mentality.
The epitome of my animosity, opposite of reality
Inevitably attachin’ strings like puppets we oughta be
Believin’ prayers are tha answer, watch my mind
Grow darker than a black panther.

My chambars are unpredictable like American guns
I’ll run a plague; kill your first born son
Turn tha sea red, f*** extortion
I’m so distorted; so corrupt, my pen just had an abortion
Holdin’ a handgun to my head distorted wit rum
Spittin’ fire-stone like cinnamon gum
Like fake Christians; choosen which commandment 2 follow
Reality’s so fuckin’ hard 2 swallow
Like failure in tha 13th Apollo
Nobody understood the truth in my lies
So I keep tha shades 4 you 2 be gone in my eyes
My tears in- script calligraphy full a’ cynical emotions
Morbid mindset like US schemin’ 9/11 tower explosions
I’ll pull tha trigga on a.45 after a 40 blurs my vision
Torment in tha path I’ve chosen
But I’m stuck in this position like time is frozen
So I rip thru the seams of my warped soul
Idle hands embrace me; I love the evil toll
Out my palms tha devil’s eatin’
Cut deep where unborn children dream in.

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