Originally Posted by
kon the legend
intelligent messages get polluted by the uneducated addictions
hard to interpret the truth from fiction, concealed in my own prison
you started off talking about messages and addictions that aren't good for each other because it makes it difficult to understand the truth from fiction, i like that line about truth from fiction, because fiction is not the truth and truth is about facts, and things that happen in fiction aren't real that was an interesting intro for sure
& i don't wanna be set free, cause the arrogant bullshit is spreading
like a deadly plague, blinded by false accusations, to my destiny Im heading
and i guess kon's protagonist here doesn't feel society and he is searching for his own destination
whether I make a difference or I get wiped out of existence
I barricade myself in my rhymes, no way one can lift this
when I finally arise, the truth I obtain will be too frightening to witness
as I morph into a heartless monster, till the path to heaven seems gripless
this was a cool vision, it seemed like the protagonist reached what you were aiming for, and the protagonist turned into everything that the society he hated so much made him.
Freedom is seldom acknowledged when your comfortable with your surroundings
the rate that time can pass by is astounding, as the paper takes poundings
brutally beaten with my pen, as I use my rhymes to form a den
fuck it i'll write till the ink leaks into our blood streams
and let god seperate the boys from the men
this was alright the flow was a bit off here, but i think you still were on topic which was nice... you could have explained a little more in depth here what was going on psychologically for your character....you had some nice shit in the beginning of this shit like acknowledging freedom and the rate time can pass at....some good ideas, just needed to be fine-tuned a little bit
telegraphing the outcome before it happens, souls everlasting
so we fall victim to our fate at an early age, refuse to take action
kidnapping our childhood and replacing it with false dreams
wounds not at all cleaned, can you depict the unsolved theme.
this was real nice, much cleaner then the first stanza... the wording was smooth and on point... you ended with the question can you solve this puzzle, as if the verse was some sort of story and the reader had to put all the pieces together to understand the topics and the network that was being built...i read something earlier similar about how networks are organized and run and this piece seems to be all about that but specifically referring to writers, audio heads, and rappers in general....ok?
neither can we, so we write about it & others show similar thoughts
trapped in our minds, because knowledge to the unwise equals shot
so souls get bought, the continuation of the plot, commends
the truth is clearer then a telescope lens, but ignorance blends
with passion and determination, so we forget why, who & when
but i'll never forget, as long as I have my notebook, and my pen
very nice ending paragraph here, you kind of were like 'ya it can get out of control but that's how these rhymes work anywayzzz...