Topic: Freedom Fighters
SangRio's photo
Fri 04/17/09 02:43 PM
this is a celebrating of life being processed into abortion, distortion misplaced havoc obsolete of mind distinction, cause when everyone decides to use the same force recognition disappears while human race defies life raining under the same diction, its crazy how i fall in place of this reconciliation, while two plus one equals three for others its a mass dislocation, since for me i consider my self a blood thirsty angered bastard looking to find the one who wronged me over my family destruction...

cheers to the poverty i ran through out of misery, my life is blocked of disturbing images running in my mind distinctively, and forcefully i bind myself to honor God with love and blessings that i receive, but how to honor with none i have is something wrong with me, am i supposed to be successful while others live life with cruelty, or am i supposed to be in creativity while others lay gold to paint the streets, am i supposed to run over all those who did me wrong with loyalty, towards a movement i have no control over but royalty sieces pleasure, and i mean it runs in my vain, i mean my heart it measures out of the time it rains, out of the rhyme i pleasure myself and out cold pain, i organize my thoughts and let the rhythm pour out less strain....

now this is "I" the one who calls himself a poet, wondering if life is an illusion or just a struggle to over throw it, i mean is this the time in which i have to show power in pain, why the hell would people wonder about who i aim, if i aim at the one to blame i aim at the ones who create their own rules, allowing human pain to multiply at a range stronger then open flames, i blame at the gangstas the mobstas the hustlas, the ones who have no life other then to follow orders institutionalized by human that gave up their lives into lies, into hopes of broken promises and empty dreams, to be found dead under a rock and left unseen.....

now i call my self a soldier to unveil the truth of those who seek power over human rights, and lock onto a target and unleash the streets of freedom rights, we seek to find the truth, this is not about me no more, my self should title into freedom fighters!!!!!

MirrorMirror's photo
Fri 04/17/09 03:12 PM

this is a celebrating of life being processed into abortion, distortion misplaced havoc obsolete of mind distinction, cause when everyone decides to use the same force recognition disappears while human race defies life raining under the same diction, its crazy how i fall in place of this reconciliation, while two plus one equals three for others its a mass dislocation, since for me i consider my self a blood thirsty angered bastard looking to find the one who wronged me over my family destruction...

cheers to the poverty i ran through out of misery, my life is blocked of disturbing images running in my mind distinctively, and forcefully i bind myself to honor God with love and blessings that i receive, but how to honor with none i have is something wrong with me, am i supposed to be successful while others live life with cruelty, or am i supposed to be in creativity while others lay gold to paint the streets, am i supposed to run over all those who did me wrong with loyalty, towards a movement i have no control over but royalty sieces pleasure, and i mean it runs in my vain, i mean my heart it measures out of the time it rains, out of the rhyme i pleasure myself and out cold pain, i organize my thoughts and let the rhythm pour out less strain....

now this is "I" the one who calls himself a poet, wondering if life is an illusion or just a struggle to over throw it, i mean is this the time in which i have to show power in pain, why the hell would people wonder about who i aim, if i aim at the one to blame i aim at the ones who create their own rules, allowing human pain to multiply at a range stronger then open flames, i blame at the gangstas the mobstas the hustlas, the ones who have no life other then to follow orders institutionalized by human that gave up their lives into lies, into hopes of broken promises and empty dreams, to be found dead under a rock and left unseen.....

now i call my self a soldier to unveil the truth of those who seek power over human rights, and lock onto a target and unleash the streets of freedom rights, we seek to find the truth, this is not about me no more, my self should title into freedom fighters!!!!!

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