20 lines.
Blind spit.
Due tommrow at midnight.
Topic: 'No Way Out.'
20 lines.
Blind spit.
Due tommrow at midnight.
Topic: 'No Way Out.'
this is my check in...................................
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No Way Out
These walls surround me, no door, window, or exit in sight
I put up a fight to leave, So much time has passed since I’ve seen the light
But I got what I had coming, I know it was stupid and wrong
Now I’m here for life, these days becoming so hard and long
I try to be strong, keep my chin up, raise my head high
But on the inside I cant help to ask myself, WHY?
All I had to do was drop the gun, my life would’ve been great
Would’ve had a beautiful daughter, she would’ve been eight
Damn, time passes so fast, yet seems so hard and long
I can’t help but wonder, why the hell everything went so wrong
It was such a perfect day, just got back from the show with the wife
All I remember next is standing over her body of which I had taken the life
Now I’m sitting here in this lonely cell, Nevada state jail
Ancsiously awaiting for the moment in which I’m sent to hell
My bed, my toilet, my pillow, now they’re the only things of mine
These walls are getting closer and closer, I’m slipping out of my mind
I slowly leave my body, death is near, so close its in my taste
My eyes shut, breath stops, life passes through my eyes, away I waste
I awake in a new place, its small, I can here people above me cryin
I slowly start to realize I’m 6 feet under, my personal hell, ive got no way of dying*
*What I mean by this line is the guy is trapped in his coffin for eternity with no way to escape
..No Way Out..
..As I sit on the floor, and wait for whats in store..
..I’m trapped in a room, with no windows or doors..
..I lie there helplessly, in a room with no corners..
..And theres no way, I sit, as I fucking get border..
..I’m trapped, must be a curse, cause of my race..
Sit wondering, ‘how’d I get here in the first place?’
..I’m Claustrophobic, as I sat, screaming for help..
..*Inhale deep/exhale deep* but more paranoids all I felt..
..Room is trapped but small, I didn’t like this fact at all..
..I scream my lungs to death..then I pass out, and fall..
..Cant take the stress no longer, my head pounding harder..
..Dehydrated and hungry, I sit and beg for some water..
..I saw an opening, but I must of just assumed shit..
..Longer and longer I wait, as the hotter the room gets..
..I bunch my fist with a haul, but it hurts that’s just all..
..I run my hands up n down, looking for slits on the wall..
..I sit in rage and pout, getting out? Its what I doubt..
..As I finally realize that, ill probly never get out..
..Crying I sigh, and I think of my kids and my wife..
..Knowing I’ll never escape, I say fuck it and end my life..
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i got one question was this suoppsed to be a battle when all it looks like they were written a song togehter
scrubs my try and scrubs my die
its a topical. the topic was no way out and u write a piece about it. its not about punches or shit like that its about emotion and all that. uppin
well i can feel that style and flow goes to ill'n but both of it was good
scrubs my try and scrubs my die
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thanks.
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aiight dis was a good topic... and good verses...but i have to give it to chayne... his verse had more emotion and im loven da endin.... dat shit was hot as hell...yall both need to elevate as far as vocab...but all in all a good verse from both....keep at it yall...in fact da battle in my sig is a topical peep dat...... i kno yall cant vote but peep anyway....leave feedbacc...V/chayne
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