West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: ChildOfMuthaNature on October 06, 2004, 04:58:09 AM
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i go to sleep n expect to wake up feelin fresh, wit no stress, n futher more feelin ma best...
but lately the best-ah-me gettin slowly faded test-ing-ly as i burn my internal mess causin my nocturnal stress...
my life has lost all coordination, no balance to it left, no matter how much i try to invest...
good sex is a temporary cure, but it just leave me feinin fa more, n the aftermath i'm left tired n sore...
then i take a nap to rest for some more....
wake up the next day to face stress like a crack whore....
n the cycle continues, cuz i can't throw my stress out the door....
someone call me the pusher man, tell hm i need that shit that's pure....
a life time supply of cure!
peace
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It was ok man. Needs a bit of work though. It aint all about best, stress, invest...type of rhyming.
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thanx for the feed back bez, it's more of a poem more than anything though
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glad to see a nigga could take sum constructive criticism.