[-lyrics & poems & keystylez-] - Post them here.

[Morph]

This topic was not meant to battle, just post some of your work.

Heaven

(Chorus)

Is heaven a legend
Something for us to believe in
Lord can you hear my voice
Or do you ignore me by choice

Hear so many stories about the man walking on water
Tell me where is he now that people are being slaughtered
Serial killers running the night
Everyone running in fright
And the years slipping by so fast
People don't even have a chance to gasp
Tell me is the bible real
Or is it something that the priest sells to buy a meal
It speaks of the savior coming back
Yet no one knows for a fact

(Chorus)

God, I pray to you asking you questions
Yet you don't feel my tensions
Is your phone off the hook
What? You don't got time for this crook
I know I haven't read the good book
But you can still give me a look
Give me a sign
Anything to past the time
Just so I know you're at least out there
Right now my mind feels like its in a tear

(Chorus) X2

They said when Jesus was crucified there was a thief
Yet these stories come and go like a leaf
No one can really state the truth
Especially the man that sits in the booth
I once hated God for taking my kin
But at least I believed in him
Now I doubt his prescence
For some reason I can't feel his esscence
Asking for forgiveness, talking to the cross
Knowing that I risk everything at all cost
When I take in the smoke
But is it really a sin to sometimes toke
Just got so many questions unanswered
And its eating me up like cancer

(Chorus)

God if you are the true one to judge
Why on the low lives do you have a grudge
Sorry just wanna know some many things
Like if we could ever chill with the King of Kings
Or is it a fact all thugs go to hell
Feel like we were put on this earth to fail
Does heaven got a hood
Where all cliques can come together and set it all good
Maybe we are all destined to stay in the present day civil war
Just asking for peace and nothing more

(Chorus)


A little something that was written in classes.

Peace,



Edited By Morph on 1113661470

[dominicankid098]

Do you have this song recorded? It must come out nice if it is.

[Morph]

Its not recorded at the moment, maybe in a near future.

More Keystylez.

| Take a look at this world, an observation of life |
| Some have it easy and many try to survive |

| People say phuck it, Others wonder why |
| People just love it, But many just hide |

| So what you gone do? Sit alone with no light |
| Serve your purpose homie, life treats you just fine |

| And although you don't know what that is at this time |
| Keep ya head up, do what you can, cause some day we gone fly |
| Just try |

| To stay sane, inflammed with love and maintain |
| Cause fustration of daily life you know explode into pain |

| And the life you claim has no second to regain, purpose in this game |
| Live life to its fullest, cause we can all make a change |
| Rearrange |

| The world but I don't think we'll ever reach peace |
| Do the best you can, you know you can, I know that's the least |

| And don't worry I'll do the same until my release |
| To "The One", the One I love, and live on endlessly...Jannet..|

All for you.

Peace,

[Morph]

Another one.

Dear Jannet, sh!t's too hard since speaking another language.
Skepticism contribute to physical, and mental anguish.
I survived through broken bones, numerous surgeries.
When sh!t got real hectic, like daycare nurseries.
Through my busiest hours, I played the supplier.
Could've taken you for the ride like pathological liars.
Through the hardest of times, I still tell truth.
People counted us out because of our youth.
"You don't know what love is, y'all won't make it."
"Y'all think its saying 'I love you', then get naked."
I put all that to the side, phuck what you heard.
They don't know sh!t, they just spitting words.
I try to muscle this pen, I'd hustle in sin.
I'll endure 18 years worth of struggle again.
I'm givin you me, you can say I'm giving myself,
But it all went down south, I'm living in hell
For me to be next to you is something I see.
I can't imagine you having a lover that isn't me.
I hear the footsteps of the reaper, seeking my life,
Or what is, potentially my future wife.
Don't end me in a hearse, I know your sad and it hurts.
But truly, we're just the victims on a long life curse.

Sincerly Yours, Alan

I'm new to this.

Peace,



Edited By Morph on 1113714808

[asshole]

Excuse me if i'm wrong, but I thought KEYSTYLE was a BATTLE word.
You know, it comes from FREESTYLE. not necessarily BATTLE words, but you know.. off of your head.

Well anyway, here's my VEGETARIAN song I wrote.. ;]..

Little chickens screaming "I'm not a nugget",
but y'all ignore tha fact they're killed and say fuuckk it.
Matter fact, y'all go eat more of it's huggets,
DiP tha leg in sauce, eat half and then chuck it.
Ya'll care about yourself, and hoPe you never catch a disease,
but you'll kill/eat/hurt a loving animal with ease.
Doesn't matter to you, it's your belly you're trying to Please,
you'll go to chinese restaurants, japanese restaurants, to eat animals from over seas.
Find new ways to eat them, "apply sauce, or here, use blue cheese",
doens't matter to you, as long as you have a full stomach before you catch your Z's.
And don't give me this bullpoop about me cuttin trees,
they don't have feelings or shed blood, i'm sure tha animal agrees.
Many people say "well that's what God put them here for",
but you're taking tha word of a creature you've never seen before.
And when something bad in life happens to you,
you'll go back to that same god, sPeak dirtier to him, than tha mud on your shoe.
And don't give a flip about tha hurt feelings, as long as you got something to chew.

I used to be tha same way, never cared for 'Animal Rights',
Until I felt tha Pain/ saw tha blood, of stabbing my SELF with a knife.
Didn't like it, but lemme ask "who would?"
Next time you enjoy your HaPPy Meal, how "how tha Animal could?".
Matter fact, Pick uP a Blade, and STAB yourself,
maybe then you'll be tha judge of 'life after death'.

Not finished, but i'm workin on it.



Edited By asshole on 1113756602

[asshole]

Here's my fav. raPPer/ idol. Sage Francis - Sea Lion. ;]

Chorus: 2x
The force of my love was strong/
The sea lion lay down long.
Song in the air. Why should singer care?
When singer can be among songs.

Ma, Ma--look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke 'em.
You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn't say how to hold 'em.
Didn't say to give away every piece of the puzzle 'til i was left with nothin'.
But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust.
Get in the bus. Hop in the van. Jump in the water. Crawl to the land.
Build another castle out of sand. Break it down and then get into the saddle again.
I'm going city to city - i'm already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town.
I'll ride this horse 'til it it bucks me off and i'm forced to shoot it down.
I'll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans.
Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, 'cause I'm just a modern day Johnny Appleseed
But i'm glad that I never passed the genes, and I never put down the axe.
Piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face.
'Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap
the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees
when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. Ahhhhhh.
I don't need your "go ahead" to go ahead. No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy,
but sweet jesus who wants to sleep with me?
Too many moves to learn. Not enough people to put 'em on.
Look it, mom! No hands. I built this suit of armor with wooden arms.

Chorus 2x

[Morph]

"Lay them to rest"
They relate as preachers sing the psalms of a soul of passin debate.
Tears from fears as thoughts rewind in a long gone fate.
And they still wait, curlin back the time when the young one whinned.
Now as spirits collaspe from whats not seen, but whats known, he dreams.
"Torture is now no more"
As the black cladded mediator speaks in a whisper so loud it roars.
She sees a shift in the legs surrounded on all sides of the bloodspilled floor.
As her brother glide through iles, seemin like he flying for miles, he soars.
And even as closed eyes bring relief.
Her pulse rams its force in a ear so piercing, it bleeds.
And we all know that that sh!t is never relieved.

[Morph]

"The Vocabulist"

Bambastic tactics, pragmatic--lyrical addict.
With audio habits, animal skin jackets, true nomadics.
Historians graphed it, tracked it, retracted there mathematics.
They even got his body wrapped in prophylactics--hard plastic, you bastards.
A glacier casket, but quit, enough of this sh!t.

Chestless, breathless, lest this, render fools your defenseless.
So test this, I dare you, aware to the truth that I'm senseless.
Offensive, millitant, literate, consider it done, What ?
The funeral arrangements, me an your wifey's engagement, duh.
Enragement enclosed inside your entity, iniquities mechanised.
Denied your essence, led mineral's assemblance where your chest lies.
Magnetic, kinetic, ethical, a prethera of asthma in the crowd.
I hold a lyracist's crown, who decides whats up an whats down.

I changed my style completely, those who have heard/seen my work, before, can tell.

[Morph]

Spark pieces to piece, up peace, release a trigger
Feaze on fatalities, fataly finalized by the quicker.
Inflicted with bad blood, made love is untouchable
A stray slug could mame mugs an such is just presumptuous.
Succulent thighs, make wide eyes, won't hesitate to take lives.
Knives from out the kitchen, slouch incision, vouched malignly.
Finally prophecy prophesized poetical monarchy.
Sonnets abolished all opposition, they strike with larceny.



Edited By Morph on 1114047895

[Morph]

I find in this tragic day of racism and gender discrimination its hard to cope.
Never an addict to anything, but I turn to Jannet instead of dope.
Couped up in this small world of southeast carolina doesn't help.
Day to day only noticing the pain I've caused and circumstances I've felt.
I'd like to think that when I was born I was white and as pure as snow.
But now I'm mexican and traveled just like tha inner city streets you know.
So many people have come and gone, lived and died.
There so many things I'd like to share, but most will come to light in due time.
Who gives a phuck about the sh!t that I claim, or the gang I bang.
Can't you see I'm just a kid reaching for help looking for a chance to hang.
A chance to change what I now see as a mistake to a once normal life.
Tired of the constant animosity, and struggle and strife.
I've done so much dirt that I can't leave the house to have a good time, and thats the norm.
But sh!t, I can't leave home witout totin enough heat to keep all of carolina warm.
Sh!t so crazy how'd I miss all the warnings, and hazard signs.
I once heard a sayin, "If you live by the gun, you die by the gun...!" and that's fine..
I just pray I don't suffer, cause I live by and baby mine.
All alone in my psycological cage, yep, just me and my two glock nines.
Fighting is no longer an option out here mayne, but at night I pray for hope.
Cause at this point in time man, from day to day, its just so hard to cope.



Edited By Morph on 1114109102