Real Answer(verse 1)

Discussion in 'Poetry Realm' started by mcmikal, Jun 28, 2003.

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  1. mcmikal

    mcmikal New Member

    Jun 24, 2003
    I look out the window, scribbling lines with my pencil
    Trying to get some fuckin ideas from the outside world
    Stuck at home with no where else to go
    I dun know, spitting out what I have to say in this rap solo
    It’s just like I’m in this obstacle race where I’m the only contestant
    Starting to get scared with this connection, leading to depression
    Starting to feel difficulty in breathing, feeling the tension
    Like my body hung up into the sky in suspension
    Starting to lack oxygen, some one kill that guy in Washington
    Creating all those fuckin chaos around the world
    Killing innocent people, and he still wants another sequel
    George Bush, one of many bitches that agree killing is legal
    Bombing Iraq like we do in Battlefield, I don’t feel
    Safe any more, one day I would get killed by American launch missiles
    This bullshit is just a fiasco, and I’m sure each and everyone of you think so
    Or else I wouldn’t be hearing all of these echoes
    My thoughts are generic, just remember the name is MC MiKaL
  2. lpoet

    lpoet POET

    Oct 20, 2002
    lotta new cats up in here today

    welcome to the realm

    i like what u came with..this is a nice lil piece...kinda seems more like a rhyme than poetry but its still good...keep doing ya thang
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