TheMadWriter

Yea...here we go with another one...i'ma break off some poetry for this shit...

Feelin alone bound my niggas have flown down/
An iller Capone pow! my homies they grown now/
Drug dealers had own styles, packin and lookin foul/
Lookin mad lit face wrinkled they stayed pissed/
I reminisce on this, fist to fist and amidst a hit we were talkin that shit/
Back in the brawl days, dukin in hallways/
Beefin in small ways but squall and sprawl sway/
Left right one two, my nigga back away/
Or go another round pound for pound those were the days.../
Although niggas were beefin, everybody was everybody includin players and heathens/
The fresh boys would be leavin all the tough guys seethin/
The hot girls would leave all the fresh boys writhin/
And the players would have all the hot girls leavin/
Plus the slutty girls they never learned and they stayed cheatin.../
Fourteen she's got that ass working/
Niggas they stay searching she says she's squir-ting/
And although inappropriate when it was growing it/
Had us all laughin now we got some fuckin Soviets.../
And i'm talkin bout -the- Red army, not the other russians but the ones feds are disarming/
And then you got the blue and the baby blue too but one's got a hint of gold in their fuckin hue/
Now instead of the fist fights you're blinded by the wrist light, insist height then have a barrel that fuckin ignites/
And excites, crowds scatterin the face is batterin and gushin while you have a puddle leakin from concussions/
Instead of repercussions you're stuck with the gun bustin and soon the moment explodes like another combustion and.../
You're just another statistic, terrific/
Demographics are bein specific/
And now killin amongst blacks is prolific/
So the music that we make is a scapegoat, flipped shit/
Recriprocate the ignorance that got us lynched and/
Say hello to the bad guy but Scarface is missin.../
I didn't come to spit omniscience, I didn't even come hard to spit so vicious/
Didn't want to come to preach bout subsistence, or even persistence...or viva resistance.../
I didn't come to start a revolution, but rather a devolution into this illusion/
Of the past that I seem to put on blast, and spit so happily because it trumps this trasssh/
And it's before the days we rolled that hash, or put a bullet in a nigga just for some cash/
Or even took a swig from the forty and crashed, layin up in the ER bashed and car smashed/
Nah, we couldn't drive but we had aspirations/
The tribulation we were facin wasn't amazin/
She said this on my myspace page man/
And i'ma beat that ass grab her hair hit the face man.../
It was a girl's mentality, to be a sexy diva and deviate from reality/
School technicalities, boys lookin for salaries/
Posted against the wall like self portraits in art gallaries.../
And although I can't argue against them, I simply ignored him and went against their whim/
I didn't sell shit went for the education then, I got into a fight with a dude real slim.../
It was everybody's day to day, hate the greats and throw a damn punch to the face/
But now it's gotten violent, the dudes are all tyrants and modern day pirates waitin to hijack it/
Smack it and pack it and cock it and clack-a-lack it/
Formin their own factions plottin their own actions/
Cops searchin balistics hit by the attacks and.../
All we do from day to day is make like Jay and pray, and reminisce on the old ways....

ShawnDaDon

mad long but mad hot son good shit boi

ReFleXiOn

honestly, this had a fuckin' raw edge to it, i was def feeling this flow, nothing overly intellectual about it, but it just had a street edge to it that stood out to me. Fairly impressed with it in that manner. Areas that could be worked on I suppose. But honestly them bars just had that corner style street rip to it...nice drop, u get MY propz...1

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TheMadWriter

Appreciate the criticism ya'll...

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