2013 GC: RD1 - HandJob Alias Vs Phoenix - (Phoenix Wins 5-3)

Phoenix' Verse

I was a young boy, who saw life through lens, and was admired for that trait,
I only had few cents, but made enough money to buy a camera at eight,
After years of flaming passion, I decided what to do ,hence, I followed my fate,
I chose to travel the world, to view gems, and for that I could not wait,



Day 1, I landed in the place of pilgrimage of religion. Palestine,
The same day it was valentine, and I was curious to God's love he given,
I was supposed to take pictures of every palace, shrine, but I was distracted by the israelite's gov division ,
Asinine soldiers were torturing women, as they enjoy the screams of thee children,
But what made me rooted to the spot, was this old lady, walking using a cane,
As she glanced at a alley, and burst shouting: Lord, Save me!
And started losing her sane, she tried to run as she was moving in strain,
Then stopped and hold shaky, the body of her grandson who's blood was sluicing from vein,
She had a seizure at the spot cause nothing was soothing here pain, two more citizens dead,
So the tyrants could remain proving their reign.




Day 4, headed on a jaunt to Russia with diminutive consciousness, seeking for pleasure,
In Moscow, I walked on frosty side-walks, with no leading what ever,
Passing under a bridge, I heard someone breathing with pressure, It was a young girl,
Her face expression was conspicuous,her fear was clear, and easily seen like reading with letters,
She was full of bruises, no major cuts, but she was bleeding however. I took her to a hospital,
And next day, she woke up after sleeping bit fresher. She spoke about her father death,
And how she was raised alone, her father was a writer who was killed by the Russian feds,
Just cause his words raised a tone. She took her hardships to drugs, that how she thought
She saved her own, drugs, that she craved to bone. But she wasn't alone in that same position
Cause there was millions of Russian teens, suffering from from her condition.
I guess not only weak countries have their troubles, from what I seen, high or low, big or small, both have some struggles.


Went back to my hotel room, sat with a cigarette and glass of label five,Thinking about the people I met and If I was able to save their lives. I was only a observer, which made me wish to die and to fall, there nothing I Could've done to fix this even if I try to this all, I held a gun and made the shots penetrate my skull,
Cause I could stand being a fly on the wall.

Phoenix' Verse

I was a young boy, who saw life through lens, and was admired for that trait,
I only had few cents, but made enough money to buy a camera at eight,
After years of flaming passion, I decided what to do ,hence, I followed my fate,
I chose to travel the world, to view gems, and for that I could not wait,



Day 1, I landed in the place of pilgrimage of religion. Palestine,
The same day it was valentine, and I was curious to God's love he given,
I was supposed to take pictures of every palace, shrine, but I was distracted by the israelite's gov division ,
Asinine soldiers were torturing women, as they enjoy the screams of thee children,
But what made me rooted to the spot, was this old lady, walking using a cane,
As she glanced at a alley, and burst shouting: Lord, Save me!
And started losing her sane, she tried to run as she was moving in strain,
Then stopped and hold shaky, the body of her grandson who's blood was sluicing from vein,
She had a seizure at the spot cause nothing was soothing here pain, two more citizens dead,
So the tyrants could remain proving their reign.




Day 4, headed on a jaunt to Russia with diminutive consciousness, seeking for pleasure,
In Moscow, I walked on frosty side-walks, with no leading what ever,
Passing under a bridge, I heard someone breathing with pressure, It was a young girl,
Her face expression was conspicuous,her fear was clear, and easily seen like reading with letters,
She was full of bruises, no major cuts, but she was bleeding however. I took her to a hospital,
And next day, she woke up after sleeping bit fresher. She spoke about her father death,
And how she was raised alone, her father was a writer who was killed by the Russian feds,
Just cause his words raised a tone. She took her hardships to drugs, that how she thought
She saved her own, drugs, that she craved to bone. But she wasn't alone in that same position
Cause there was millions of Russian teens, suffering from from her condition.
I guess not only weak countries have their troubles, from what I seen, high or low, big or small, both have some struggles.


Went back to my hotel room, sat with a cigarette and glass of label five,Thinking about the people I met and If I was able to save their lives. I was only a observer, which made me wish to die and to fall, there nothing I Could've done to fix this even if I try to this all, I held a gun and made the shots penetrate my skull,
Cause I could stand being a fly on the wall.