Imagine some london street hip hop for this little rhyme (IE. The Streets if you've heard them). Wouldn't it be nice..... ===================== a message from the little guys to the uneducated and corrupt for the evil ones in society's eyes there ain't no trust now I'm no drug dealing punk just a stoner with some skunk I'm a peaceful, honest man just getting by as one can we like to relax watch some tv we pay our tax love our family just gotta chill we ain't the ones who kill all we ask for is tolerance for a peaceful life with no violence so open your mind and look at the facts listen to my rhyme and let slide your attacks we cause no harm turn off the alarm personal freedom? yeah right, dream on your war locks the good men away who make your nation great I'm dreaming of a better day of understanding without hate ===================== Ugh I suck at making shit rhyme but you get the message..
Very nice.........I really liked it and the message didn't get lost in a world of useless words. I admire and respect people that can express themself through writing. One little poem can give us great insight into the unknown mind of someone with something meaningful to say.
that poem was tight and you do have rhyming skills here peep this rap dont be confused by my red eyes i'm no demon poof suprise suprise i transform into thegrey angel of bliss wit perp in my sacs and herb in my piss up above me floats a halo of haze when it gets faint i grab a blunt and blaze sparkin' like an arsonist ain't no stopping once i've started this cause i don't get used and abused nah see i get dazed and confused as my lungs blacken whenever i'm attackin the green - buds and leaves like abracadabra i release a sack out my sleeves smokin like a steam engine so many pounds of bud i should be bench pressin but i'd rather exercise my lungs get myself faded and stunned an i've only just begun if it's right to be pure i plan to stay wrong cause when i show up i bring joy like e-bomb i'll use a pipe, blunt, or a bong this that and or eitha i uas em all to smoke the reefa try to open a door wit' coins buy a brew wit keys ask me if i'm okay... nigga please i'm gone like the invisable man lightin'blunts so much i gave myself a tan -a D-$TRUkTIVE original-
Your words are great and your purpose is whole. Keep writing... If not for yourself but for the struggle as one. People listen even when you don't know. from: TEXAS