Theroy @ LiQuidLife

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  1. Insanevillian

    Insanevillian STILL in CHARGE

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    THE National Topical League

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  2. Jersey_Emcee

    Jersey_Emcee aka LiQuiDliFe

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    8. Freedom
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  3. Oracle3301

    Oracle3301 New Member

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    coo in.....g'luck.....
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  4. Oracle3301

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    Topic 8: Freedom.....
    V1 Abused freedom
    V2 Taken freedom
    V3 Eternally freedom

    Freedom: The condition of being free; the power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints


    V1: My Lost Freedom

    I remove the needle from my arm and roll my sleeve down...
    Exiting the bathroom with a frown, knowing what i'm doing is wrong...
    I kiss my wife and kids goodbye, i turn and sigh as i leave...
    Wondering how they can be so naive? i'm traped by a lifeless addiction...
    The friction and affliction continues to constantly corrupting my life...
    In strife i struggle as i try keep my head on my shoulders and above water...
    But its like i'm wallowing in a sand trap, every lil squim i sink a lil deeper...
    This life chockes me like a nacoleptic sleeper, I start to twitch ands tremble...
    I try to reassemble my thoughts, Sitting at my desk in a cold sweat...
    Reget Clouds start to fill my mind, my brain is on a steady pace...
    A tear Slowley tricles down my face, temptation start to take over and attack...
    In a lack of self will i rush to the bath room and lock the door behind me...
    My heart plees NO, DON'T DO IT! but the needel still penetrates my arm...
    The swarm of papers dissaperas, and the boss just dosen't seem as important...
    I rise again on my high to my stable state of self denial, and all my worries fade away...
    but its just a overlaid image of dissary, approaching my desk i start to feel weird...
    i try to calm myself but i can't seem to controll my self, i finally collapse...

    V2: The Break Down

    I open my eyes and try to sit up but i'm straped by restraints...
    the constraints muffel my kicking and screaming, i'm scemeing an escape...
    my wife rushes in and trys to calm me, but i'm like a caged ape, irate...
    The doctors rush in and sedate me, i plea for them to let me be free...
    In a frantic, i fasley start accusing doctor of treason for no apperant reason...
    i begun to try to calm my self but the doctor informs me if i go to rehab they will let me go...
    but i have to agree to their demands...

    V3 Rehab

    This place is extremly depressing these people are drug attics, i'm not...
    I'm a wall street big shot have these people forgot who i am...
    As i scan the room i visiously condem the people one by one...
    Not realizing i'm no better, i dune fuked up once or twice before...
    I ignore my inner pitty, another episode starts to consumes me...
    in a spree of anxiety i try to run away from the group but i fall to one knee...
    not knowing what to do i rush to my room, locking the door behind me...
    i grab my pills off the desk and take 3, i lay on the bed and try to get some rest...
    the drugs are not working, i'm still filled stressed, i look on the desk for the bottle...
    only to realize the only thing on the desk is rat poison to stop the rodant problem...
    i try to get on the phone, but I collapsed and die almost instantly...​


    Sorry i was mad busy this week......g'luck
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  5. LiQuiDliFe

    LiQuiDliFe RSTL Phenom

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    8.Freedom




    Some food for thought, freedom is like parole...
    Cause the man will give it to you...
    But once you violate it, its right back to the hole...
    So with that in mind, heres a story about a man...
    Who served 6 years for sellin' those powderd grams...
    End of story right???...well to me its just beginning...
    Because I failed to mention the powerful lust of sinning...
    So lets take it back to when this man was just a fetus...
    And his parents where rightous and installed thier trust in jesus...
    A stable home...full of peace love and happiness...
    Crime doesnt exsist...because this life was fabolous...
    True to the naked eye but what lies inside is a tad horrid...
    Dont believe me???...well just ask my friend, Chad Foreman...
    We grew up together...got pissy drunk and threw up together...
    We had it good but people always said we'd be screw ups forever...
    Chad was the quiet kid, and me, well I was the loud one...
    I didnt have father, and never heard the words "Im proud son"...
    I was more of the rebel and Chad was kinda the good kid...
    And our familys were rich...
    We were never the poverty confined hood kids...
    Freedom was an understatment, we did basically what we wanted...
    From cocain to ecstacy, which all started from gettin' blunted...
    But hey, we were young...doing things just for the fuck of it...
    But those were smooth times...and here comes the tough in it...




    Now that were grown I hardly ever see Chad, and its hard...
    He was aiight for a minute, then I heard he was behind bars...
    Not only did he snort coke but he sold it...damn, I remember when...
    We use to blow weed smoke into the chilly November wind...
    But those days are gone, and as for me, I make an great living...
    And I still think about Chad, you know, wondering how he's living...
    That was my dog man, I havn't seen him years...
    Untill this cold day...and I cant belive I seen him in tears...
    So after all this time here is my childhood buddy sittin in front of me...
    Saying how hard he had it and I am what he wants to be...
    There isnt much time to catch up because I've been called to do my duty...
    But its gonna hurt me more and this is my feelings, truly...
    I wish I could change the past...and I wish me and him never fell off...
    So here I have you as my audience as I tell all....
    Chad did his 6 years, got out of prison as the same man...
    Same plan...didn't wanna work, he just wanted to hustle and slang grams...
    And I really dont understand...because Chad had freedom that he wasted...
    Freedom to make his own decisions and he failed to embrass it...
    He was Free to do good things...Free to be what ever he wanted...
    But the lust for sin backfired when that Freedom got confronted...
    So back to our reunion...me and Chad sit in a room face to face...
    And my first words to him was "Sorry, I cant erase the case"...
    "You had all the freedom in the world and this is how you treat it"...
    "Now the next 15 years of your life will basically be depleted"...
    Well, there you have it...and that was the very last time that I seen him...
    Because I was his parole officer, that took away his freedom...


    Damn...
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  6. LiQuiDliFe

    LiQuiDliFe RSTL Phenom

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    ok...time to vote on this...
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