Writer 6
“A man is great by deeds, not by birth.”
He was a clever kid, his grades were aces,
But his days were plagued with moving schools and changing places,
So he could never settle down in a space for ages,
Frustrated, and bullied on a daily basis.
The same kid everyday would cave his face in,
In tailor made displays of rage and hatred,
Leave him dazed and swathed in blood, no saving graces,
And razor blade in vein was the way he faced it.
I would see him and the scars from his cut wrists, harbouring bust ribs,
He'd take a beating everyday, man he was hard as a nut is,
He had no ma' or father he trusted,
So fuck this I'ma be a part of the justice.
I could no longer sit back and watch it,
Knowing that if that obnoxious prick that was boxing this kid like he's not shit
Was never even challenged his bitch ass would not quit
Somebody had to just hit back n stop this.
If not for the sake of a life, just for the fact i'd be making it right,
I drove over and went to the place he resides, taking my time,
Rolled through the front door not breaking my stride and went straight for the guy,
I was equipped with my fists not blazing a nine, but still felt like I could have taken his life.
I put my hands on his throat, it felt amazing and I was going crazy inside,
You could see the rage in my eyes,
This is for the days that he's cried and ways that he's tried...
And that's when I felt him put a blade in my side.
As I saw the blood pour on the floor at my feet, my heart paused for a beat,
What was important to me was more than the deed,
And as I started falling asleep,
I just prayed that the poor kids torture would cease.
Writer 27
“A man is great by deeds, not by birth.”
No first no last/no past romance/no roots cut ends banned a society of friends/determination grim/haunted by devilish eyes see it when I grin/ain't no cloth that can hide the ugliness of sin/spot it in my reflection some time I ask it questions like will I ever win?/got that determination holding it down like bobby pins/was birth out of womb/left it a tomb decorated with a crucifix/holy writ inscribed greatness at resurrection meaning my conception
Took shots for hypocrisy in a dry land/took walks with there philosophies like migrants/Things I do make me the talk of the town/Had these ideas sought them as clues now am used like the common noun/The deeds I do be imprinted on the ground/crimson blood hinted Taktik must be around/Its R.I.P for any body who wants to go one round/ill fight till the day there’s no one in my reach or bound/
They say misery comes in threes/So mind the company you keep
What words they speak when a memory creeps
What feelings secret when your impression is exchanged by a mystique
Emotions can run they even play hide and seek
Till one day you blink and things aren’t what they seam
Or how they oughta be…
Its not evident act’s that go against the heaven sent
How could you punish benevolence?
You choose to live your life in ignorance
At birth I was smacked man took away innocence
Introduced to this world in a tragic event
Placed my foot on a letter of intent
Be a nomad work and give hard labor for the sake of rent
I guess I took freedom out of context /So I made sure to impact all prospects /By invading their cerebral cortex