War Stars

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by Deleted member 281310, Aug 17, 2015.

  1. #1 Deleted member 281310, Aug 17, 2015
    Last edited: Aug 17, 2015
    Sweat in the eyes, blood in the sand.
    A soldiers body wrapped in blood stained bands.
    Night sky killers drop devastations explode.
    only requiring a single man with a book of codes.
    50-50 scoped and spotted ready on stand.
    Torn apart families screaming this is our land.
    Day time murders occur a ritual of aim shoot reload.
    Think about it, all this over a single drug lord.
    Politicians claiming this battle needs to expand.
    because it's not their boy getting his own number brand.



    I caught a glimpse of a UFO
    among stars I stumbled cross
    I screamed and yelled and not an answer
    before the lights went off

    I ran back to town to tell
    with a solemn face of a seldom tale
    greeted with doubt I was
    I couldn't stand the smell

    I pleaded for them to believe
    begged them to investigate
    but they didn't care
    they didn't care a bit

    three days passed since sightings last
    I couldn't stand the sight at hand
    something off about the air
    no one seemed to even care

    the day was August 9th 1945
    the day I ceased to survive



    I wanna scream inside myself
    I wanna kill everyone who comes around
    no control no desire I aim to destroy everything holy
    found no solace, have found no meaning
    losing my mind amongst mortal fiends
    my immortal soul as cliche and bullshit as life is
    can't take this place of flesh
    I want to be done
    I want to kill all
    watch the world burn if only to sooth myself


    I wanna scream inside myself
    I wanna kill everyone
    who comes around no control no relying on the soul.
    have found no solace, have found no meaning
    losing my mind amongst these mortal demons.
    My immortal soul cliche as life is
    don't wanna take this place of flesh as it is.
    I want to be done
    I want to kill all
    watch the world burn if only to sooth myself.



    Bitter taste of denial forged in my tongue, so as grim tales bleed through my words unto my palm. Surrendering the reign of instinct for my muse to conquer, I dread the failure to sustain a dose of numbing nectar.

    Sweet smell of success rendering useless in my state of immobility, traversing organs across my body. Leaving me breathless for a moment of satisfaction.

    Aching sadness and raving madness only released through a filter of expansion, and tiresome living becomes my never ending mission.

    A sorry excuse for a poem, back to square one. I can't help but cradle the idea of a goodbye forever. No more of anything or anyone and someone has yet to tell me the bad in that. I stand by the fact that the only thing keeping this species together is fear.

    Why do I waste my time writing on this mundane Saturday morning. I ask why will I even title and submit this piece of literary garbage.

    Maybe some damn soul desperate as me will come across a work of desperation and find solace where I found none.


    If I could bottle this up
    like a distillery for the soul
    this feeling of comfort
    they called it southern.
    Born and raised
    Cuban American
    with stripes of irrelevant
    my world became what i wanted
    when I bottled this feeling,
    this feeling that has haunted.
    They called me a jinn for staying within my sanctuary
    they called me a recluse for leaving society
    I was a gypsy of my own mind
    traveling my emotions blind.
    Now when I captured the feeling they all wanted a piece
    they said patience a virtue? I demanded peace!
    He gave me drama, she gave me heartache
    and now I'm supposed to share my cake?
    They called me selfish, and a junkie, they told me anything it could take.
    Because they too wanted to capture the feeling.
    And if only one thing my honesty is agreeing
    courage and truth open mind to a different view.
    They could have captured the feeling but they were too busy fleeing.



    Feeling as the representative of my nation
    my pack comes with devils ready to bite like gods turned dogs.
    Turn your life backwards and make you wonder what you about.
    My moments of legacy instill motivation I told you I'm tryna builda nation.

    No superstition mothafucka, keeping with the times
    yall ignorant artists tempting the minds
    industry of fakes Kendricks phrase
    this point I'm tryna make go back a stage
    fighting my own so I can fight for yall
    no recognition exclude you from my vision
    cuz im a soldier Shakurs phrase, I'm on a mission.

    My blue prints come loaded like Mr Cudi blowin I keep the bowls flowin like my pen sun showin.
    Where to next, the dog in me like dmx
    my vices consist of pussy power pride and vengeance
    though I come back with my cleansense, I've been blessed since birth, cursed to spit these bizarre rhymes that work.
    Like The Game himself I give a shot out to slim we play the same game one shot to live. I can't resist shadows because they just followers and I can't resist haters cuz they just lovers. We all one I wont stress it enough but when we ill where the fuck our us?
     
  2. Sick, now go record it =]
     
  3. Yeah you really should go and record this beat.
     

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