RM Topic of the Week: The Two-Sided Stick

Saint · 04-23-2024, 10:01 PM

Open Mic Spotlight Rapmusic.com

Storm Chamber: 07-09-2001

Intelligent, Hard-Working, Thought Out Man…

I met this man… a neat-foreigner outside of a bar on a street-corner
Vet-from-Nam wit a special-job who would always speak-war-words
Sentimental value: three-quarters remained in his pocket at all-times
Given to him by his life long wife…who he met in a Café’s small-line
Read of history all-night, books from class rooms and encyclopedias
Shared wisdom, stories wit the press…attempts to excite-the-media
He asked me to take a walk-with-him…through DC and Washington
Lonely with words through oxygen… not a soul ever thought-of-him
Shared knowledge bout his children, thanksgivin; Indians-n-pilgrims
Told me that he’d be wealthy one day… when-his-kids-stuck-millions
I remember his face, his expressions; through photographic-memory
He never thought about the future, but hoped-to-laugh-for-centuries
All the good times would never-cease spoken to me in soft-whispers
Scrap book better-kept in treasure-chests where he stocked-pictures
Used to adopt-listeners, witnessed shop-lifters through city-avenues
No lip given, carried a brisk-of-attitude but what did he have-to-lose?
Clothing was black-n-used, always anticipated what ta breath-in-next
Walked me to his house, opened the door… and said to be-his-guest

The Uneducated, Unemployed, Insecure Man…

(I sat down in a soft, leather chair that was behind his desk, and he
told me about a different type of man that he had met in an Alley…)

I once knew-a-guy… when face to face he could look through-ya-eye
Complexion was do-or-die, education lacked…dropped out in Jr.-high
True alcoholic… wasted life savings on meager drinks of Jack-Daniels
Man-gambled, always wore hand me down clothing an black-sandals
The day I met him, it was in a gloomy alley… next to homeless-kids
Resided near a Cardboard box, nothing special…but the home-is-his
Looked at stars… thinking of ways he could have made his life-better
Leading towards the light at his own will…guided by bright-Shepard's
Said he’d start going to church, get a job, and a necessary education
If he didn’t, Heavens gates would be closed…soon death-was-waitin
Even his two off spring, never once said that they were glad-hes-dad
Only stuff he ever begged for was the promising dreams that-he-had
Wanted to travel-back in a time-machine, what was he blind-ta-see?!
Wrote in his journal from nine-ta-three, for once… time-would-cease
Always kept a hidden face, insecure about the path he chose-to-take
Past decisions liked to haunt him, and those…he would grow-to-hate
From now on…he said that he would walk on air, despite-the-ground
Grabbed the brightest-crown, n said…“I need to turn my life-around”__________________
Ex-Saviors...

"Change my name to `Vowel` cause its in every word of yours"...

04-23-2024, 10:01 PM	#1
Saint Scream Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,227 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535865	RM Topic of the Week: The Two-Sided Stick Open Mic Spotlight Rapmusic.com Storm Chamber: 07-09-2001 Intelligent, Hard-Working, Thought Out Man… I met this man… a neat-foreigner outside of a bar on a street-corner Vet-from-Nam wit a special-job who would always speak-war-words Sentimental value: three-quarters remained in his pocket at all-times Given to him by his life long wife…who he met in a Café’s small-line Read of history all-night, books from class rooms and encyclopedias Shared wisdom, stories wit the press…attempts to excite-the-media He asked me to take a walk-with-him…through DC and Washington Lonely with words through oxygen… not a soul ever thought-of-him Shared knowledge bout his children, thanksgivin; Indians-n-pilgrims Told me that he’d be wealthy one day… when-his-kids-stuck-millions I remember his face, his expressions; through photographic-memory He never thought about the future, but hoped-to-laugh-for-centuries All the good times would never-cease spoken to me in soft-whispers Scrap book better-kept in treasure-chests where he stocked-pictures Used to adopt-listeners, witnessed shop-lifters through city-avenues No lip given, carried a brisk-of-attitude but what did he have-to-lose? Clothing was black-n-used, always anticipated what ta breath-in-next Walked me to his house, opened the door… and said to be-his-guest The Uneducated, Unemployed, Insecure Man… (I sat down in a soft, leather chair that was behind his desk, and he told me about a different type of man that he had met in an Alley…) I once knew-a-guy… when face to face he could look through-ya-eye Complexion was do-or-die, education lacked…dropped out in Jr.-high True alcoholic… wasted life savings on meager drinks of Jack-Daniels Man-gambled, always wore hand me down clothing an black-sandals The day I met him, it was in a gloomy alley… next to homeless-kids Resided near a Cardboard box, nothing special…but the home-is-his Looked at stars… thinking of ways he could have made his life-better Leading towards the light at his own will…guided by bright-Shepard's Said he’d start going to church, get a job, and a necessary education If he didn’t, Heavens gates would be closed…soon death-was-waitin Even his two off spring, never once said that they were glad-hes-dad Only stuff he ever begged for was the promising dreams that-he-had Wanted to travel-back in a time-machine, what was he blind-ta-see?! Wrote in his journal from nine-ta-three, for once… time-would-cease Always kept a hidden face, insecure about the path he chose-to-take Past decisions liked to haunt him, and those…he would grow-to-hate From now on…he said that he would walk on air, despite-the-ground Grabbed the brightest-crown, n said…“I need to turn my life-around”__________________ Ex-Saviors... "Change my name to `Vowel` cause its in every word of yours"... __________________ Last edited by Saint; 04-23-2024 at 10:39 PM.