Fighting against a war is a war within itself. You have casualties. Just look at some political prisoners and ask them what they're in for. "I fought against the losses of life and lost mine in the process", would be their reply. They're dead too. Only difference is they're just a dead man talking.

I'm not proud to be a sinner, but I am proud to be an imperfect servant of GOD.

If I hustle, causing multiple scuffles that ups to multitudes, double your deductible, ruffles insults the truffles chew, **** with words, but yet those curves serves me no bonuses, chuckle these obstacles with the prostitutes nobody notices, these motives will get distorted when you can't afford to sort it, accorded, the Porsche's portrait proves to you, you can't ignore it, and store it, it's now rhetoric in its sight, so it's historic, you for it, and just adore it, but I can't, I rant and tore it, my poses to me is roses but to them, their noses closes, it doses, how their opposes can become my opponent, I shown it, I can't disown it, and the fights, they just condone it, so flaunt it, it's how you want it, gon and take all your components.

In the young man's years, his worst fears was tears, the curse steers our birth, the first thirst we clear, with our cheers, on this Earth, I still search my soul, the value in earning dollars was louder without its hold, what I'm told is this gold was cold, froze in rocks, start to answer when I knock, though my pockets don't stock the glock, clocks tick then they tock, my **** flocks maturity, mental, still no potential, my eyes cries its purity, can you be my security, for this obscurity brewing then gets to chewing my shoes, the clues new in me, moving, I must get grooving for smoothing the tools rules will see, hardest, still not the smartest, the harshest is sparks in jewelry, wishing the court contempts to resent the attempt, proving me guilty, I'm not yet filthy, but tilt me and see my wildebeest.

My dark twist, my stark marks is heartless, bare to the soul, can't control regardless, this hardship, can't seem to resist, now grip this, I can clip both your fists that missed to flip this, 5 tips I have, never, never, never, never, never cross the path of fast grabs, cause then you blast to last, it's so promiscuous, I must insist to us that it's vast, rambunctious, punching this punctual man that made plans, for this luncheon, no munching off hands that's so bland, must expand, never hit the fan that damns fate, correlations with its rotation, notations of polarization that I state, and though I hate to space, I placed differences in instances, the distance is great, so I can't evade cases when our laces get loose, the diversity curses me and the races it groups, though I love it to a certain extent, I do resent, when we adjourn bent by hints without our scent, sitting in the park, embark on dark twists, marks I made stark that start as heartless.

It's singing, traces of demons clinging on dreaming, ***** politicians solicit a composition, my intuition wishing to listen but turned to fishing, caught up in the rapture, it seemed to capture disaster, the ******* in the pastor is naked showing his privates, all I hear is silence, but public is screaming **** it, they ducked it, but they **** it to truck for some luck in buckling, they just proved they're fools to the rules, trusting the chuckling, comers sum in numbers of thousands, dousing your mouth, runners disappeared, no summer, we all went south, tingling from the feeling of stealing, look what it's bringing, screaming voices, noises was jingling, but were we singing?

It's like dramatic scenes, but charismatic dreams, welcomed to have it screened, in this tablet called my lab, laughing at what it means, to be the king of queens, peace to think on this Earth, twinkling stars, no creases, wrinkles, the wink will have worth, jokingly, I was openly gay to my pride, heterosexual to inner textural stays deprived, surprised bits of lies, opens us to criticize ones that try to visualize, every individual lies in the pit that fits the eyes, can you hurt who sits with wit, standing to demand his life, branding land that's rancid, you will transit with the bandits guide, went to Kansas, heart of land, sparked the jam and lost hospitality, soil to sand, now what is loyal?, broke mentality, now you will stroke, and what's to hope?, a fatality, proven dramatic, not charismatic, A SYSTEMATIC CASUALTY.

I see speech not free, talk that walks as chalk on boards, stalk the faults of these vaults that halts the more greetings breath free, empty, tempting to be, lengthy, time ticks and bets me, that it will only set me, messy but zesty, you pet me for varying but just carrying off of your controls, gold seems to be in your hold, and folds solemnly, the ****** to your ideology, I'd love to say sorry but parties stay so you borrow me, darkness follows me, probably it's the poverty partly, and provably, I adore this, so by just that, it's enormous, the swarms of torment, is an ornament that decorates, pecks and paced you and me, masquerade, both of us poking us, we were bad today, had to say, I was just playing in, stalling and crawling, but you would ball in Mercedes-Benz, your behalf laughs at my half and I accept it, peaking my pain in my brain, I'M SELF-ARRESTED.

I guess it's true that I was meant to live this sensitive, spent it in the tent where I expected wins but slept in sin, pins had went in less when I had spoke with introspection, connections with some affection from inspections that only the heart can mention, in it's hidden chambers, though it's weak from strangers, gangbangers, better known as changers to the health upon this lone ranger, came with the pain that would reach the brain, contained, constrained, lanes change, under aim claims exclaim a game is to play but with cheats, when defeated, to the ones that never beat it but repeated it and needed deeds to peak, from reading pleasingly, you will feel as if you're cheated, screaming what this means to me, wings bring me to see, strings seemed to cling to me, shears of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, sings to me, hear fear free from being in this living being, written clear from me, crying in the same style proves you had bitten tears from me, feeling what is dear to me, I could only sue em back if I in fact had steered through sea, but I only neared to flee, giving all falls layouts, since cries were the way out, our lives were the payout, day-in and day-out.

The same song, came wrong, just as we fame copies, you would claim you composed, but can you hoes stop me, or drop me to top me with just a cipher, who plans to stand this man that stood right for, types of, rhythms that wits em with musical fares, but as no one assists him, we listen for our refusal to impair, so where?, we mob and rob strolls, insanity is ****** to be calamity in souls, numb claps of bums can't match the drums so some attach hums but it snapped no sums, I strum, a weeping achievement and sleep with guitars that's scarred, bereaving, believing I'd reach stars, but it's ******* this boulevard, in fact all streets, plagiarizing "can you spare dimes?" to try to shine on wall street, all speak and cause heat, so I'd rather just hit pause and not repeat.

Can notice all illusions with the fusion of confusion, these living hell spells, fell way past losing, cruising with this convoluted name strained gains, disdain is lain on the brain that obtains, the grain, gamed, trained to contain my hurt, imaginary things brings stains on my shirt, complain how it works, I may aim in that dirt, the same blames pain on that frame famed worst, wordy, still you heard me dropping thirty thirsty rhymes, you tell me not to worry, you must firstly drain your mind, urgent preparation, caused my furthest reparation, my truth with desperation only showed from separation, from the choice I never could decide or describe, feeling different vibes, I would steal then subscribe, a narrow never wide arrow path pointing me to bear the math, of me without a task or compete with routes to ask, concerning last laughs as it rains when the Sun's out, only one mouth but it tames then runs out so I shun bout this day then puns shout bout this way I won as I stray south.

The message from the harp embarks a sharp quest in the chest, the heart, I part to start tests soon to bless, this desolate, desperate deficit, make it exquisite, cleaning up the mess is requisite, make the best of it, long time gone but the song hits me real strong, put me on wrong, watch me yawn, at dawn the fawn like swans is calm, still knowing it faces danger, the fight-or-flight sight ain't strange, arranged anger, or fear, the tears may steer to my stress, time acts timeless when blind to ******, rewind back the raps to tap and see swirls, when I start to twirl, I hurled no free world, I'd see girls with curls and boys poise confused, a never straight response from cons that's abused, amused just to use and fuse to one heart, but knowing I would lose, I'd choose the blues harp.

Cool with an empty grind, the fool has a tempting mind, tools will uncover rules but jewels will prove they shine, behind, I just rewind to times I guessed my ways, showing I know my rage will page this stress in age, made an escapade where my fade grows in, not saved because the blades' never laid on my sin, within this hidden skin, the follicles are abominable, chronicles of my common emotions in my abdominal divisions, I make decisions when my stomach hurts, the spurt of the vomits flirts lets me know it's worse than Earth, the birth of a son with a gun, first turning it to the world, now hurls that he's the one that hums, the lullaby, gullible, was dull and high, never goes to sleep though, he knows something I, wrote while bitter, and now this little critter made me consider, my life was litter thrown in the *******.