Like i stated in my previous thread, I apologize if any of these verses suck. Most of them are very short. Any criticism is appreciated, I will not be offended in any way.
I need to read a dictionary and increase my usage of elevated diction
You need to stop bullshitting since the shit you say is fiction
yet you claim to be a rebel as if you're apart of some petition
telling me to battle, but where's the competition?
Everyone's got their own issues
Everyone's got their problems
The only real issue is that you can't seem to solve them
Feeling a bit stressed
Need to get this off my chest
Feels like I'm wearing a bulletproof vest unless
I'm just depressed like the rest
Our generation is in doom
Take a look around whose in the room
Everybody taking more then they can consume
Nobody caring about the problems even if it were to include a lethal fume
Everyone now a days sucks, so call them a vacuum.
I'm amazed by your own ways
As I'm dazed for days
Fazed going through a different phase
Life gets you lost like a maze
Then it gives you a new way
To your new day.
Sitting in the car
Trying to think of a bar
Look at the ground and I see a purse
Look in my mind and I'll spit a verse
I'm creative as can be
I can't stand the dramatic irony
What is there in me that you can't seem to see
As if I'm not here, as if I'm imaginary.
My whole life has been a constant fight
Always seem to do wrong when I'm trying to do right
Stuck in the dark night trying to see the positive light
But i still don't want you in my sight
Go move away, go take a flight.
You claim to not care
But then you feel lonely while she's not here
She use to be in your physical presence
Now she's just an essence
Maybe next time you should treat her right, maybe learn a lesson.
I find myself obsessively thinking
and by the end of the night, stupidly singing.
The idea of expressing yourself is to express
yet too many people focus on trying to impress
claiming to be original yet rapping about money and bitches just like the rest.
What's the point of discrimination
Judging another individual by their color pigmentation
I'm stuck being judged for being Caucasian
As if it matters what race you are, whether you're black, Mexican, or Asian.
I have a confession
That your my obsession
You keep me stressing
and end up being the cause of my depression
which leaders to bigger things like violence with aggression
which will make a bad impression.
Everybody's life has their own meaning
Anyone's life can change with one dreadful evening
Trying to relive the past while there's no clear reasoning.