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Insanevillian · 03-27-2004, 06:38 PM

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TeKneeK · 03-27-2004, 07:02 PM

checking in... RISEN choose loser.

Insanevillian · 03-28-2004, 07:54 PM

RiSeN this...

RiSeN · 03-28-2004, 08:04 PM

Ok, checking in ...

TOPIC: 12. Become your abusive father...why do you hit your son? (which is you)...what happened to you when you were younger that you have become so violent?

RiSeN · 03-29-2004, 06:23 PM

TOPIC: 12. Become your abusive father...why do you hit your son? (which is you)...what happened to you when you were younger that you have become so violent?

check check

The Father

Sittin in the nest of pride, escaping the breath of life
waiting for the sun to rise, and take whats left of night
my deaths ripe and the pain of living harshly exists within
got a five year old boy, and i escape through hitting him
its sickenin, noone hears him moan & scars are clearly shown
crying cos i know the only place that he fears, is home
he's mother left him after birth, i was left to play a father
knowin my dad was an alcoholic, & thats who im takin after
so each night i sit with my boy, and drink my dreams away
and abuse my only son, till he crys and screams my name
the demons reign, as my boys heads throttled and swollen
cowering, i take a last sip from the bottle im holding

The Boy
This hatred is deep, i feel stripped- not naked and free
i know where he keeps money, should i take it and flee?
how fake can it be, im lost at the tender age of five
i take a knife and slowly chant death cos i hate my life
its late at night, hes passed out jus after my beating
the room is full of demons & its dark and im freaking
my father is sleeping, the whole skies grey with deed
to say the least- this is for all the times ya made me bleed
the hate is deep, cos your were suppose to guide me well
not bash me to the point the bags of my eyes would swell
my life is hell and im fed up, i gripped the knife tight
and whispered in his drunken soul, 'ya out my life tonight'

The Father

I guess i fucked up my life and im better of dead
cos i got split personalities, well thats what the doctor said
and my boy aint a real human, its something i wished upon
something that my mind made up, and i know that this is wrong
so i gripped the knife tighter, the blade was cold as ice
but my blood was warm and sticky, it brung my soul to life
the boy i spoke about was, well, not even someone else
so everytime i made him bleed, i was really beating myself
and the times i made him cry, were the time my eyes were weak
and made me scream everytime my fist, surprised my cheek
but i'll end my live this week, so in a while you see
that all my fuckin life, the abused child- was ME

TeKneeK · 03-31-2004, 02:05 AM

Become your abusive father… why do you hit your son? (Which is you) …. What happened to you when you were younger that you have become so violent?

From the days of Sugarhill dosin’ up on some pills
My whole esophagus was cluttered up with Newport fills
The afternoon skies were hazed, I checked the clock on the box
Ashed my cigarette completely peekin on my Magnavox
The distraction from the door… about 4 feet adjacent
Were muffled sounds of pain from my son-that’s where my hate went
The fact that his face traced the improper traits
To say he wasn’t the seed that I concealed in my place
But the pace of the clock ticked enough of its time
For me to frantically in anger search my peace of mind to find
I tugged the drawers beneath the cabinets and those beside the sink
To be annoyed from all the crying to make it hard just to think
I clutched hold against my follicles and couldn’t withstand
Why his cries could not decease from the hurt of my hand
Ayo my thoughts were distraught, like Im locked in Salem’s Lot
To see my face within his image had me gaspin in shock!
My stomach knotted up profusely with a clutch in my gut
Touchin to reach for his cheek to find I gashed him a cut!
I slipped back to find astonishment.. with pain on my own
To gaze across the broken mirror with the same gape as shown
I felt pain inserted deeply where my ventricle’s known
On the central left chest pec beside the second bone
I collapsed and crawled approachin to my seed so they said
But the way he seemed to be made me dream he be dead
Not a thing from all his attributes and traits that he bred
Showed a thing to resemble but the color he bled

I was sunk in a state from all the pain in my head
When I was at the age of 8 with all the hate that he shed
Jeans as shaggy as the bums in the streets sat depleted
I flashbacked my pops with his hairline receded
Dirty pants and faded tanktops overlappin his gut
With a belt strapped to manage what he gashed on my butt
31 days and nights regurgitating my tears
Sat alone to see my calendar…. Consumed in my fears
12 months of constant torture with his scream in my ears
In my moms who barely saw me, only when coast was clear..
He took my innocence to life to see my hatred expel
During my adolescent days tormented straight into hell
With tears that I have drawn from the days that I fell
When my ways to be a grown man were never so well
It was the Genesis when I came to life from the womb
The many threats that my father made to lay me in tombs
I felt my doom was evident as he claimed was predestined
A kindergarten kid who needed more than medicine
And now I lay on the floor and I examine my seed
I touch his blood to see his color aint no different from me
So when my temper and rage became consumed from my hold
The only world that I can view was the windows so cold
Frozen ice sealed the fate to what my hopes could incline
And when my kid sat exasperating pain as he’s cry’n
Had me dyin deep inside from when my dad did the same
So I soakened up his room with the scent of propane
With no tears to show the evidence of what had remained
From when my days as a infant had me grown so insane
I cried my tears from my flashbacks… and pulled out the stick…

Scraped against the tiny matchbook…

And let the flame flick……..

(Screams of a baby crying and a grown baby dying are heard in unison as neighbors and firefighters gaze at an old complex 3 stories up blaze uncontrollably to a tragic night of life.)

TeKneeK · 03-31-2004, 02:21 PM

Votes!!! Where yall at?

Insanevillian · 03-31-2004, 04:11 PM

Vote TeKneeK...

His verse pulled me in more... RiSen had a good verse put i feel he left out some things and the parts were too spread apart on line...

I really felt TeK's emotion in this piece and i really could SEE everything he was saying cuz of his imagery

TeKneeK · 04-01-2004, 01:24 PM

yo i dont even see this tourney progressin man....

03-27-2004, 06:38 PM	#1 (permalink)
Insanevillian STILL in CHARGE Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: Oakland, Ca Posts: 16,322	TeKneeK @ RiSeN THE National Topical League If u are HOME u pick a topic off of this List... NTL Topics!!! HOME TEAMS COME IN and cHOOSE 1!!! If u are AWAY... Dont bother looking at the topics... If The HOME person DOES NOT DROP A TOPIC BY TUESDAY 8:00 PACIFIC... They Lose HOME FIELD ADVANTAGE FOR THE WEEK... 30 LINES MIN... 60 MAX IF U NO SHOW TWO WEEKS IN A ROW... U LOSE YOUR SPOT.... Everyone On RM Is Allowed to vote If They Have Over 1000 Posts... Breakdown is Needed on ALL Battles... U Must Vote On Six Battles A Week And Post In Your Thread which Ones U Voted On... If U Dont U Automatically LOSE... Even If u are winning 20-0 U Lose... Good Luck... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- __________________ ELITE

03-28-2004, 07:54 PM	#3 (permalink)
Insanevillian STILL in CHARGE Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: Oakland, Ca Posts: 16,322	RiSeN this... __________________ ELITE

03-31-2004, 04:11 PM	#8 (permalink)
Insanevillian STILL in CHARGE Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: Oakland, Ca Posts: 16,322	Vote TeKneeK... His verse pulled me in more... RiSen had a good verse put i feel he left out some things and the parts were too spread apart on line... I really felt TeK's emotion in this piece and i really could SEE everything he was saying cuz of his imagery __________________ ELITE

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03-27-2004, 07:02 PM	#2 (permalink)
TeKneeK The Heart & Soul of RMC Join Date: May 1999 Location: L.A. Californ: America's Best Posts: 26,156	checking in... RISEN choose loser.

03-28-2004, 08:04 PM	#4 (permalink)
RiSeN Who, me? Join Date: Aug 2001 Posts: 835	Ok, checking in ... TOPIC: 12. Become your abusive father...why do you hit your son? (which is you)...what happened to you when you were younger that you have become so violent?

03-29-2004, 06:23 PM	#5 (permalink)
RiSeN Who, me? Join Date: Aug 2001 Posts: 835	TOPIC: 12. Become your abusive father...why do you hit your son? (which is you)...what happened to you when you were younger that you have become so violent? check check The Father Sittin in the nest of pride, escaping the breath of life waiting for the sun to rise, and take whats left of night my deaths ripe and the pain of living harshly exists within got a five year old boy, and i escape through hitting him its sickenin, noone hears him moan & scars are clearly shown crying cos i know the only place that he fears, is home he's mother left him after birth, i was left to play a father knowin my dad was an alcoholic, & thats who im takin after so each night i sit with my boy, and drink my dreams away and abuse my only son, till he crys and screams my name the demons reign, as my boys heads throttled and swollen cowering, i take a last sip from the bottle im holding The Boy This hatred is deep, i feel stripped- not naked and free i know where he keeps money, should i take it and flee? how fake can it be, im lost at the tender age of five i take a knife and slowly chant death cos i hate my life its late at night, hes passed out jus after my beating the room is full of demons & its dark and im freaking my father is sleeping, the whole skies grey with deed to say the least- this is for all the times ya made me bleed the hate is deep, cos your were suppose to guide me well not bash me to the point the bags of my eyes would swell my life is hell and im fed up, i gripped the knife tight and whispered in his drunken soul, 'ya out my life tonight' The Father I guess i fucked up my life and im better of dead cos i got split personalities, well thats what the doctor said and my boy aint a real human, its something i wished upon something that my mind made up, and i know that this is wrong so i gripped the knife tighter, the blade was cold as ice but my blood was warm and sticky, it brung my soul to life the boy i spoke about was, well, not even someone else so everytime i made him bleed, i was really beating myself and the times i made him cry, were the time my eyes were weak and made me scream everytime my fist, surprised my cheek but i'll end my live this week, so in a while you see that all my fuckin life, the abused child- was ME

03-31-2004, 02:05 AM	#6 (permalink)
TeKneeK The Heart & Soul of RMC Join Date: May 1999 Location: L.A. Californ: America's Best Posts: 26,156	Become your abusive father… why do you hit your son? (Which is you) …. What happened to you when you were younger that you have become so violent? From the days of Sugarhill dosin’ up on some pills My whole esophagus was cluttered up with Newport fills The afternoon skies were hazed, I checked the clock on the box Ashed my cigarette completely peekin on my Magnavox The distraction from the door… about 4 feet adjacent Were muffled sounds of pain from my son-that’s where my hate went The fact that his face traced the improper traits To say he wasn’t the seed that I concealed in my place But the pace of the clock ticked enough of its time For me to frantically in anger search my peace of mind to find I tugged the drawers beneath the cabinets and those beside the sink To be annoyed from all the crying to make it hard just to think I clutched hold against my follicles and couldn’t withstand Why his cries could not decease from the hurt of my hand Ayo my thoughts were distraught, like Im locked in Salem’s Lot To see my face within his image had me gaspin in shock! My stomach knotted up profusely with a clutch in my gut Touchin to reach for his cheek to find I gashed him a cut! I slipped back to find astonishment.. with pain on my own To gaze across the broken mirror with the same gape as shown I felt pain inserted deeply where my ventricle’s known On the central left chest pec beside the second bone I collapsed and crawled approachin to my seed so they said But the way he seemed to be made me dream he be dead Not a thing from all his attributes and traits that he bred Showed a thing to resemble but the color he bled I was sunk in a state from all the pain in my head When I was at the age of 8 with all the hate that he shed Jeans as shaggy as the bums in the streets sat depleted I flashbacked my pops with his hairline receded Dirty pants and faded tanktops overlappin his gut With a belt strapped to manage what he gashed on my butt 31 days and nights regurgitating my tears Sat alone to see my calendar…. Consumed in my fears 12 months of constant torture with his scream in my ears In my moms who barely saw me, only when coast was clear.. He took my innocence to life to see my hatred expel During my adolescent days tormented straight into hell With tears that I have drawn from the days that I fell When my ways to be a grown man were never so well It was the Genesis when I came to life from the womb The many threats that my father made to lay me in tombs I felt my doom was evident as he claimed was predestined A kindergarten kid who needed more than medicine And now I lay on the floor and I examine my seed I touch his blood to see his color aint no different from me So when my temper and rage became consumed from my hold The only world that I can view was the windows so cold Frozen ice sealed the fate to what my hopes could incline And when my kid sat exasperating pain as he’s cry’n Had me dyin deep inside from when my dad did the same So I soakened up his room with the scent of propane With no tears to show the evidence of what had remained From when my days as a infant had me grown so insane I cried my tears from my flashbacks… and pulled out the stick… Scraped against the tiny matchbook… And let the flame flick…….. (Screams of a baby crying and a grown baby dying are heard in unison as neighbors and firefighters gaze at an old complex 3 stories up blaze uncontrollably to a tragic night of life.)

03-31-2004, 02:21 PM	#7 (permalink)
TeKneeK The Heart & Soul of RMC Join Date: May 1999 Location: L.A. Californ: America's Best Posts: 26,156	Votes!!! Where yall at?

04-01-2004, 01:24 PM	#9 (permalink)
TeKneeK The Heart & Soul of RMC Join Date: May 1999 Location: L.A. Californ: America's Best Posts: 26,156	yo i dont even see this tourney progressin man....

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