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Every Afternon-I ignore traced mirrors before I restore a face of terror”
Trapped in blue dorms of adorn gloom-I tear up that cracked bearer”
It’s clearer when theres stacked-errors`I rap sharper than a razor”
You ravers Ask for no favors-cause my glass behavior is colder than a glacier”
Later’s Alligators-Savior(God) I only treat chambers of paper like a neighbor” (Reference/Allusion)
Cause where were they- when I quavered in acres of danger?”
Claiming Potential` I’m no generall mistake or a faker”
So` haters drop the pencil with them aimed erasers”
It was either crafting knowledge for rapping logic or college”
A niche to accomplished would twitch and say the kids demolished”
It’s chaotic` why doesn’t he want to be a ******* psychologist?”
But a public-novelist-odd whats gotten in his opulent-confindence?”
Maybe the central of his temple is mental-where’s his fundamentals?”
Them cold Devils musta got his dumb chrome dissembled”
And now he resembles a trembling-infant developing syndromes”
While Flow’s are meddling in his exoskeleton` I’ve been alone”
Lyrcs coming off my upcoming Debut Album. Opinions and such. I posted this in poetry because rap is poetry, and I enjoy other poet’s outlooks. Thank you&
It’s kinda complex but read it twice and you’ll understand some elements here. Metaphores, ex.

Verse1
The kids first sin happened-when he was six and started rapping
As if he was sick cursing like a sickened prick swearing that
He was the illness spittin misfit to pitch illness from his stiffen lips
Slipping raps in, during recess he wasn’t napping z’s with the other kids
But he skipped passed it, with breeze
Like his A, b, c’s”
Instead he was dissin his kindergarten classmates with his phonics”
He was named the baddest, slash the hottest kid-noggin packed with lite wits”
Beyond his intelligence”
Flowin like the alphabet, he’s out to make kids pout and quit
His sound-bits were quick, swiftly trippin their lyrics with his verbal kicks
Sixteen minutes is all he gives, since
When the bell-rings (tick) he”s gonna have to file in(bing) he”s sounding ticked
so he beggined hiding behind the distance
Storytelling became his instant interest but story time this time is going to have to wait a bit
He stayed near the fence-storing raps in
waiting for his next opponent to roll in
Blowin with the cold-wind, his snipers breathe was frozen
The yard wasn’t packed, he was alone and moaning the fact that
A monster could attack fast if he turned his back (ahh)
So, he grabbed his backpack, packed his bags with his rap-pad
He was mad-sad scared to go back to his class last
Dashed and sprinted then went to the office and asked” Can I get a hallpass back to class miss?”
Trying to be slick”
Not know that, the office had called his parents in due to his lack of absent during recess filing-in
So, she said” sit here on the chair and we’ll let-cha skip class dear (yeah)
His eyes lite with gladness-thinkin” I’ve become an legend to infants, baby I’m the baddest”
But then Dad came in, with his fist uplifted tightly gripped and thats when he started
Singing his chorus-nervous, as he want like this..
(Chorus almost done)
Verse 2
As a teen, thirteen to be exact
he wore do-rags, torn slacks, snap-backs, phat-hats, and nike caps
Skills still spilling them tight raps but through open mics this time
He’s ill with his niche on his back, killing every track
(Faithless)
His religion was rap, and that’s what he practice at
he was a Christian but didn’t rep God like that-he thought it was whack
I mean, he was glad since he had everything that he asked, imagined and wanted”
A swag-cred-sizzling girlfriends-mixed in with the sickest talent
his own group-a-crew and he was always the captain
His style was miles ahead of their stylish
Quite-devilish, then depresson drew in the rest of his image
His characteristic was conflicted and become unhappy, sadly-gloomy, moody and plain nasty
His life was like a straight jacket-with one hundred and eight latches strapped to em
And trapped inside, he’s a maniac going crazy to un-attach it
As his raps are crashing so is his flow and his magic tone
He has this aching dome that keeps saying “leave Satan alone!”
“Drop the microphone and puck up a bible since faith is all you own”
“Place your problems in God’s hands, and believe in all his promises”
“And oneday you might witness the promise land”
“Promise man?”
Damn, and here is where he’s started singing the chorus again
Foldin his sinful hands, he went like this..
(Chorus)
how did you like my lyrics for a project that I’m doing so far/ There’s another verse but this is what I have so far. Well, place rate, comment, and if you have any advice please share. Thank you!

I’m a savaged half-witted oxy verbal genius, did you morons get it?”
A dull damaged dolt that’s so thick skulled, hurtful I suppose when I’m finished”
Slash an walking abyss”
Infact an untold imbecilic, A stupid prick that outta-be witless”
An grievous-stiffness”
I sit pissed-fists uplifted tightly gripped to crisis and to this sh*t mixed with life’s finances”
Aching pain enhanced and anguished emotions that I’m sent in with throwing continuous missed-fits”
At this burned bit*h of a life”
Ripping brunt bridges again in”
Through”
Blank pages, and hear him brain storming mourning in steepness”
I’m alone and weakened”
Feelings speaking, leaving the most outspoken grieving spirit so speechless”
Ire Lyrics-shrieking, hear it?
Blaring Like a sharpened piecing cry just high pitched it”
I’m the darkened eyes of my lightest ambition”
Fixing my tearing sight on my broken niches”
I got his handprints, at the ends of my fingertips, and damn yeah I can reach it”
A fleet ship of steering dreams, I stare-em down to see it”
Below the cliff leading to rock bottom, easing problems I got em hitting its bottom dollar”
Scheming in my back pockets are my empty wallets, packed with silver and copper”
Just alittle rap I made, and its just an idea its not finished. Should I continue it, and if yo have nay advice please share. Thank you.

Quick Stepp
The Base Of The Phase I Can Face Is Going In A Slow Pace But This Ain’t The Case I Will Take You To A Special Place, Where Britney And Lindsey Have A Good Taste. I Speed The Beat Process, Shut The Open Closet, Turn Off The Faucet, Don’t Mean To Make Everybody Nauseous, Won’t Dislocate Their Ball And Socket. Pull This Simple Paper Out Of My Uniform Pocket. Throw The Ball Up And You’ll Know I’ll Block It, Call Me Dennis Rodman. Tell Your Family Bosses To Forgive The Problems The World Causes By Staring At The Holy Crosses. I Riddle To Fiddle, The Middle Of A Skittle Is Little. So Is The Point Of A Needle. I’m A Big Fan Of The Miami Heatles. No Such Thing As Being The Color Brown, Although Maybe Very Round, Stare At The Ground, Find My Imaginary Crown, On A Sidewalk By A Near Town. Continue On The Venue, Stop For A Second To Look At My Rear View, Execute The Next One On My Menu Which Is To Mesmerize The New You. Show Me These Bright Lights In The Night Skies. Got My Eyes On The Prize. The Flight Seems To Be All Right. It’s Heading Straight To Paradise. What A Beautiful Sight. I Want To Witness The Fitness While I Handle Less Business. I Feel Invincible Like Mike Tyson With The Horns Of A Bison, A Nice Diamond But Not A Bit Frightened. Police Patroling The Streets To Keep The Peace From An Outbreak Leading To Violence, Until Everything Is Full Silence. I Read My Class Notes In Rhymes, No Glass On My Eyes But I Admire Albert Einstein. I Ain’t Care To Be Fair, To Find A Rapper Like Me Is Rare. I Leave The Rest Out Of Breath As Soft As A Polar Bear. Got Em Having An Affair With Donald Trump’s Hair. Ideal For A Shampoo Product Called, “Try Me If You Dare.” Or Tell Them Others To Beware. And If You Feel Me, Put Your Hands In The Air. Commercial Break. Back To The Fake. Might As Well Call Me Drake. Haters Are Traitors Which Are Later Victims To Everglades Gator. Potential To Tear The Roof, Search For Clues. Film Videos To Show The Proof, Take Lots Of Pictures To Choose, The Wallpaper On The Computer You Prefer To Use. While You’re At It, Buy My Song On ITunes. I’m One Of Those Few, Who Came To Earth On A Mission, With A Vision, Of Precision For An Alien Invasion. Visit Me In My Station. Rapping Is My Future Vocation. A Big Bang Of A Slang U Can Say I Just Sang But I’m Not Affiliated To Taylor Gang. I Can’t Wait To Go On A Date With Jessie J , Can’t Wait To Meet David Spade. Terrorists Are Soldier Baits, Reunited At Hell’s Gate. Their Leader Is Dead, Put To Bed, Laid To Rest, No More He Fled. I Pledge To The Allegiance Of The Civilized Head. I Bet I Get To Sweat Before The Stock Market Hits The Low Net. The Crisis Has Dangerous Prices, Watch Me As I Take The People Out Of Debt. So Much Drama, Forgot To Set A Comma, I Spit Like A Llama. Its Time For Lady Gaga To Put On A Normal Pair Of Pajamas. Until Next Time, Sincerely President Obama.
Please Be Honest And Thank You All So Much. God Bless!

It’s called, “Glass is Three-Quarters Full”
CHORUS:
Let’s raise a glass and toast, but have control, yeah, people let’s go!
Don’t be depressed, just hope! Let’s spread some hope! Yeah, people let’s hope!
I see your glass as half, your glass as half, no, three-quarters full!
I see your glass as half, your glass as half, no, three-quarters full!
VERSE 1:
With a bitter frown it has been awhile since you’re sittin’ down with a smile/
Now I’ve figured out with that 40 ounce you’re just drinkin’ now ’cause you’re down/
You have hit the ground there’s just no way down—there’s just one direction—it’s up!/
You are sadly stuck in this massive rut so I’ll just suggest you adjust/
If you want success yo I must suggest you adapt with positive thoughts/
‘Cause the positive thoughts solidify results you’d want—think positive stuff!/
‘Cause like mist or fog the real negative thoughts can obstruct your vision and path/
You will hit a trap you will hit a snag when you have no vision intact/
When you’re feelin’ stressed or just feel distressed—yo don’t be beatin’ yourself!/
But within yourself find some inner peace or inner meaning—it helps!/
And you’ll realize how when you know yourself that you’ll find your niche and your place/
With a leap of faith like within your brain you will see the bleakness erased/
What I mean to say’s: “Things will be okay! Have faith in goals that you set!”/
If you know your passions and your goals you are on the road to success/
If you go ahead and ignore the negatives—yeah you can go far!/
And just know success is what you’re destined for, and shoot for the stars!/
(CHORUS x2)
VERSE 2:
Life’s like photography, you use the negatives to develop/
Don’t let a challenge bring you down, you gotta stick with the challege/
Whenever doubters run they mouths you gotta stick it to doubters/
Whenever you’re wantin’ to excel you gotta think you’ve got talent/
In your life no doubt you’ll see ups and downs but don’t let the downs do you in/
When you’re feelin’ down don’t be sittin’ down smokin’ spliffs or downin’ a gin/
You must figure out how to tough it out with the grit and talent you bring/
You must figure out how to stick around, how to pick your battles and win/
And you have to think when you make mistakes they’re steppin’ stones to success/
Don’t just mope or fret, don’t just get so stressed or just get real low and depressed/
Don’t get so obsessed with the hopelessness or obsessed with hopin’ you’re dead/
You won’t know success with that sole distraction that is spreadin’ over your head/
When you dig for treasure when you dig for gold you will have to still understand…/
The real treasure chest you’ll eventually get if you’ve invested all that you can/
When you call an end to an exhaustin’ effort you will never know what you’ll get/
‘Cause with every step and with every depth you dig the closer you’ll get./
(CHORUS x2)
VERSE 3:
When you promptly slip and the struggles hit, is it darkness that you envision?/
Up is cost of livin’, when economy’s slippin’, I just hear some constantly bitchin’…/
“It’s my job I miss, it’s at home I sit, with the ample losses I’ve witnessed!”/
But we have to switch to positive thinkin’ to just make the toughest decisions/
When the problems hit remain calm and strictly stick to positive thinkin’/
Even though we’re constantly inundated with the opposite picture…/
From the thugs to kids to the poverty-strickened livin’ in squalid conditions/
When the gunshots ring troubled thugs would simply just get locked up in prisons/
With like drugs and guns in the picture, really it’s just awfully ridiculous/
When we’ve got like kids or other innocent just fallin’ as victims/
When the problems hit some are awfully quick to just resolve them with triggers/
Some just obviously think when they pop their pistols they will make their problems dimish/
But we cannot combat this sickness…with like drugs or doctor’s prescriptions/
When you fall or slip, when the problems hit you just can’t resolve them with liquor/
In a trough you’ll dip in a trough you’ll sink if you think it’s darkness you live in/
When the struggles hit think of positive things—concentrate and follow your vision!/
(CHORUS x2)