Another day another night
No other way you gotta fight
A brother slain he took his life
It's not a game it isn't right
It's all a shame we take the blame
They call insane I make a lane
It's how to deal with all this pain
And now I feel myself again
I break the seal to make a meal
They take the deal and never squeal
I'm sick to death so take a step
Can't catch a breath no time to heal
I slow it down then blow it out
My shows are sound I roll a pound
Then make the flow they take to grow
When at my low still off the ground
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Author:
Kenjii (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Have you considered that poetry with rhyming lines one after the other actually limits the words available to express yourself. Freeing yourself up from simple rhyme will increase the vocabulary.
Oh of course I've considered it and I completely understand where you are coming from when you say that, but to me it's always been my style and although it does limit my expression it creates a unique challenge every time I hit the pad that I've grown to really enjoy.
Cool...kinda like Rap Music.
Thanks Alot for the kind words! I tend to write rap music so most of the time it will be in that kind of style.
This works very well in a rap rhythm.
Welcome to MPS.
Hi Thank You, I really appreciate the fact you enjoyed it and I'm glad to be welcomed!
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