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trap.
01-31-2013, 07:47 PM
Mr. Long Story:

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I was undivided, but this hunger left my head asunder
Seven summer days of stress and blood've been my bread and butter
Vengance quenched my quest for water, but the pain in me burns
Served my words and empty statements on the tables they've turned
I refuse to eat them...a caged bird who writhes in sickness
I'd rather that then be an early one with worm who's pride diminished
So I'll try to finish out the final minutes of my life distinguished
Think of times in mind where family ties and binds were thickest
Them as rope ladder, I used to climb those trees to spy on weekends..
playing hide and seek with seasons,chasing idle dreams believing
that my tries to reach them meant I'd find my peace and higher meaning
Dine with seasons, eat designs of creed to feed my rhyme and reason
I'm relieved my mother's here to keep me in check
She'd heed my lust for feast and expect I'd cease in respect
And ahh! The irony inspires me toward death, to suffer
If she knew I gave into this, I'd be in bed without supper
So I'm proud, chest still wonders where my mind went
And my stomachs S.O.S is growing stronger with each violent
Convulsion, want is compulsion...I keep pushing toward the open door
Hope's ignored..every bone and pore is cold and sore
I need to fix the harm I'm striken with, I can skip back to the mission's start
Or stay the escape artist painting my prison bars
The indecision chars my mixed emotions, scraping my pot luck
I'm toward the bottom fishing for some guidance through this rot
Stuck between a rock and a warm meal...I feel so worn...and HUNGRY
ravenous...even a pacifist has his right to fight for life,somebody's
Out there...in my position..sans the cell and sentry
A child, emaciated, dying without reason..while I'm eating my memories
what a horrible wretch to question..
My spirit and recollection...I'll die in merit to spread the message..
<i>A political prisoner...jailed for a speech he made in Tiananmen
Died as a representative..of the people who starved while their delegates
Feasted on heartaches and sentiments...</i>



Rev Prez:

1. What you
want to me say, man?
The only reason
we in family court
is she wanna to get paid, man
2. I'm not askin for
the kid
Just don't give him to
her, Jake
You need to know
how she got knocked
up in the first place
3. Another three baby
bottom bitch
from the tenements
Strung out, laid
out on the floor
in front her kids'n'shit
4. Nine months later
I did the right thing
'fessed up, gotta ring,
stepped up, learned
to live with it
5. After five years
She still smoke a paycheck
in four days
if not less
She still make it topless
6. She on every
Myspace Junkie hotlist, got it?
Her first two kids still eat
out the garbage
7. So, tell me ya honor
You really wanna
leave'im with mommy?
You really think
she gonna feed'im tomorrow?
8. You gonna wait til
she flatline
to save that child?
She gotta lifetime of problems
and I ain't got time