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l3ig_C said: "I glance out my window, see a canadian flag in the wind blow/
attached to a white pole, paint's peeling right off it all/
it's old, unmaintained, the country symbol's tattered/
I can't explain, but doesn't it matter? at the same time a lightning bolt shatters/
the breeze picks up, leaves are kicked up/
our skies blacken, influence my rappin'/
rain fall's in no particular pattern, random at then/
I feel like I should go for a walk without the cloak/
who care's if I get soaked, I'm already colder than most/
with no intentions, did I mention my skills are endless?/
you versus my style?, I'll fucking crush yo' defences/
I bring from within the intense detail/
sting with venom like a black widow female/
a dangerous agent, you can't even begin to gauge my intent/
the house bangs from the Pioneer system, inpiring wisdom/
I let go, cause it felt wrong, now I can move on/
without a haze clouding my songs, remain versatile and strong/
you think for a second, you got it locked/
I'll destroy you without question, with my rhyme weapons cocked/
mentally disturbed, I picture myself in a graveyard outside the suburbs/
walking slowly at midnight, under a full moon's light/
minus the fright, a thousand rows of stone to my right/
yet it's peaceful, amongst the mass resting place/
after daylight I sleep well, knowing it's gonna be over some day/
ignite a match, and light a flaming staff/
torch a pile of cash, that makes the planet last/
smoke a pipe with hash, and start down to the crypt/
head full of wonder and mischief, take another hit/
on the way, torches are lit, forces of darkness are swift/
descend a spiral stair way, built by the ancients I'd say/
water drips from the ceiling, a gust of wind gives me the strangest feeling/
I can't believe what I'm seeing, it's got me reeling/
stacks of bones, from times long past and kings who lost their thrones/
coffins exposed, and treasures of grandure from across the globe/
then I awake suddenly, to find I never even left my home."
PoETiCMa said: "This is more a lyrical piece then anything it didnt have a poetic feel but the vocab, imagery, and flow was pretty decent. Coo piece.
Keep writin Keep elevatin~ Poeticma"
