Dissizit vs. Streetz Da Hood - (Dissizit Wins 3-0)

[Phracture]

The Door to the New World



Tired of running, When will the Human blindfold be removed
I pieced the clues, we the fools who believe in Schools
Controlled by evil dudes who need to prove
they have the capabilities to keep us glued .
Entertainment is the new shack's and cuffs
The mastery of the subconscious mind, they grabbed enough
I'm the only one who feels like a slave.. I'm baffled as fuck
We're in the governments barnyard and the cattle is Us .
But there's a inner door that opens the mind
Just focus, In time you'll be Awoken Divine
you'll notice the shrines that leave us un-focused & blind.
You wont understand where your Soul Remains
Until you see your Soul's remains
Yeah they may own the game, mold and tame
But I hold the cheat codes for Brains .
For the poor it pours hopelessness
They clipped wings but if it's sore to soar don't resist
when opportunity knocks and a force want you to close the shit
Just remember this,
Don't adore A door Open it .

[Phracture]

The Door to the New World



Tired of running, When will the Human blindfold be removed
I pieced the clues, we the fools who believe in Schools
Controlled by evil dudes who need to prove
they have the capabilities to keep us glued .
Entertainment is the new shack's and cuffs
The mastery of the subconscious mind, they grabbed enough
I'm the only one who feels like a slave.. I'm baffled as fuck
We're in the governments barnyard and the cattle is Us .
But there's a inner door that opens the mind
Just focus, In time you'll be Awoken Divine
you'll notice the shrines that leave us un-focused & blind.
You wont understand where your Soul Remains
Until you see your Soul's remains
Yeah they may own the game, mold and tame
But I hold the cheat codes for Brains .
For the poor it pours hopelessness
They clipped wings but if it's sore to soar don't resist
when opportunity knocks and a force want you to close the shit
Just remember this,
Don't adore A door Open it .

[Streetz De Hood]

Innocent Thigh's Demise
by: Streetz Da Hood

In this bed, alcoholic demons dance for an audience of tears

And guilty walls do nothing but echo his voice thru her ears

Small fingers grab sheets, these sympathetic linens

Help doesn’t exist, and pain makes hours out of minutes

This child’s smile long gone, migrated to the past

While this man stands over top, the devil must laugh

Strong hands, in places most doctors don’t touch

Her soul dies again, as if the last time wasn’t enough

A father and daughter, bonded by deceit

Flames of sadness burn her heart to pieces as they inevitably meet

Body parts engaged in formidable games

Where she’s been an unwilling player since the earliest age

She closes her eyes and begs her brain to imagine things sweeter

But her reality becomes nightmare’s most sought after teacher

Shadows witness by default her stomach-wrenching doom

As this, a too familiar episode, broadcasts again in her room

Her heart autographed by molestation’s pen

She’s hell’s memorabilia, her little wings never had a chance to ascend

The woman-to-be inside has long ago bled out in her mind

Sadly, she’s forever this child, a child with innocent thighs

---------- Post added at 02:12 PM ---------- Previous post was at 02:07 PM ----------

*Edited for spelling error.

[Streetz De Hood]

Innocent Thigh's Demise
by: Streetz Da Hood

In this bed, alcoholic demons dance for an audience of tears

And guilty walls do nothing but echo his voice thru her ears

Small fingers grab sheets, these sympathetic linens

Help doesn’t exist, and pain makes hours out of minutes

This child’s smile long gone, migrated to the past

While this man stands over top, the devil must laugh

Strong hands, in places most doctors don’t touch

Her soul dies again, as if the last time wasn’t enough

A father and daughter, bonded by deceit

Flames of sadness burn her heart to pieces as they inevitably meet

Body parts engaged in formidable games

Where she’s been an unwilling player since the earliest age

She closes her eyes and begs her brain to imagine things sweeter

But her reality becomes nightmare’s most sought after teacher

Shadows witness by default her stomach-wrenching doom

As this, a too familiar episode, broadcasts again in her room

Her heart autographed by molestation’s pen

She’s hell’s memorabilia, her little wings never had a chance to ascend

The woman-to-be inside has long ago bled out in her mind

Sadly, she’s forever this child, a child with innocent thighs

---------- Post added at 02:12 PM ---------- Previous post was at 02:07 PM ----------

*Edited for spelling error.