The sun breaks through the curtain, I rise thinking of the night before,
A drunken brawl a fight we swore wouldn't happen over a pricey whore.....
Remember the challenge is keeping it in context and make a story that people will believe was wrote by one person.
So far:
The sun breaks through the curtain, I rise thinking of the night before
A drunken brawl a fight we swore wouldn't happen over a pricey whore
as the icy door of reality slammed shut, my eyes began to see
this vanity within my lust will never be a absolute fan of me
plus insanity is panned between my left and right perceptions,
so I eject my minds intentions to prevent my final sentence
my pen's tense as I write my stories of rejection and loss
my exterior of false intentions shines of fake protection and gloss
with an empty mind I'm tempted to present what I lost...
left in a trench of self deception, and rejected by god
Upon reflection the cross to bear was my insecurity and lack of heart
A woman with a heart as black as Darth's dealt a vicious pack of cards,
upon further inspection these cards honed of bone shards
began to tell the past and future of me and my own guard,
It's hittin home hard, memories recalled to me like an Ace of Spades,
Dad was a jack of clubs crack 'n drugs and slicin' mum's face with blades
not once had his disgrace be paid, he left, not one trace was made
the face he gave while butchering made me feel that no place was safe
His face engraved the fear into my inner demons and they took hold,
I've grown an angry man and in these winter seasons man they look cold,
in this book, bold words have been implanted through personal experience
verbal bullets sprayed to those who don't take my arsenal serious.
Third chapter, word after word captures a haunted conscience,
Emotions spill like oceans and still I can't halt the nonsense,
my psalm's tense is categorized in psychotic archives
for the content inside may definitely scar lives
I stare upon the far side of darkness, while I capture waves,
and glaring lights that blind me in the blackness now can lead the way
I need to stay, enjoy the silver lining that filters lightning from clouds,
The glass is half full, how cool, and the light that guides me surrounds
enthralled with all these awful thoughts of suicide that bound you,
trapped in hollow dreams that follow me like puppies in the pound do,
They stuck me in a gown zoo, how cruel, caged in psychiatrics,
My cellmate smells great, dancin naked stagin wild theatrics
mildly ecstatic, hanging mentally... it comes and goes,
did drugs and oh I'm lucky... these pills, they never stunt my growth
On seven blunts I float, but on Ecstacy and coke I'm supersonic
Brought a hamster "dan" back from Amsterdam, My Uber Chronic!
Crude obnoxious... always talking shit at parties, cool and caustic,
cruising flawlessly and ill, like stillmatic was when nas spit.
Gettin frosted on drugs from the hospice, illegal pharmaceuticals,
Hanging with chicks no doubt who bitch about evil harm to cuticles!
abuse the rules... exploiting every aspect of the rap game...
it's trash, ain't it garbage?... I get nauseous when the tracks Wayne
I wanna Max Payne that ass pain, shoot him straight in da hole for joy,
I don't ring Guinness when I break Records, cos it's just Souljah Boy!
