West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: |JEM|ILL| on April 22, 2003, 04:19:19 PM
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Deep, Story Tellin conceptualism at work...let your intellect,and imagination get high...
The Battle Field...
Ghosts convey deepest remorse, reminiscing wars of future, present, or past...
Vast oceans of crimson cover the lengthy grass, almost swallowed by ash...
The specters act as sentries and have for centuries, four to be exact..
More, and more conflicts arise as times pass there will never be a last...
The spirits own it all, every carcass, every strewn piece of cartilage...
Every cannon ball, and every empty mp5 cartridge...
On the battle Field, green grass is gold, since red seems the dominant-color...
No blue is imprinted, so why Is Crips, just Blood, no imminent-other...
God’s omnipotent...I'm just single eyed seeing only my perspective no other side...
You missed the big picture that's why most of these kids all died...
They where suicide bombers, Terrorist cowards, rooftop snipers, and murderous liars...
Either deathrow, clouded visions, or hijacking wannabe airplane flyers...
...just talking....