Tracing Sanity (Real Lyricists Enter, Will Return Feed)

[ReFleXiOn]

*A clean mind becomes embedded with filth as it collects issues and frustrations, past becomes reality, reality become pain, combined these emotions form a painful reality*

(AN INTRODUCTION TO REASON/DARK TUESDAY)

Forget chapter one lets glide back to the introduction to discrover truly from where this madness come,
An abandoned son burdened with mother and brothers raising the family since six due to a has-beens run.
Food was scarce then education a suffered embarrassment, attire consisted of rags from a lack of riches,
Put blame on a bad start embracing pain with a sad heart insanity built up like a seemingly endless stack of dishes.
No footsteps to follow just hood heads that wallow in anger releasing envious rage on the fortunate was unfortunate,
The closet was full of skeletons with all this hell he'd been through he was forced to go straight to the front porch with it.
Disdain is a walk in the park his life was like trying to read a clock in the dark nearly invisible tell you grab a-tension,
His past was gloomy with wrath assuming a path of rage this isn't a page he enjoyed flipping back nor was he glad to mention.
Began to tweak like quick sand he'd sink inflicting excruitiating indifference was his choice to rise at the expense of others demise,
Spatters of indecency splattered at a frequency with disturbing hatred portayed revolting enough to instinctively cover the eyes.
Theft was a must acceptance was brushed with psychopathic neanderthals monstrous enough to commit similar haneous crimes,
Rude tyranny enforced this "true" irony considering it's the same child brought up with values that claimed it was a shame to lie...

(THE PLOT THICKENS)

Violence became obscene no longer visualizing chasing dreams, weapons were the next step to this life of misfortune and aimless schemes,
Absurd actions taken the brain was on a permanant glass vacation broken with see-through eyes, a sight even psychologists would pay to see.
Brave with heat a misguided spirit that raids the streets with a single ambition which was merely to deprive lives and feel control,
Emotion was lost hand in hand with hope that was NOT present yet its importance relevant for god himself could not reveal a soul.
A solstice was reached image ghostless to speak only cold blood ran through the vetrical facets releasing monotonous intentions,
The pyro stage was set neglecting celestial thoughts - disposed never to invade the chest of this recipient of MISSed positive ReFleXiOn.
Anarchy gripped the gas as he flipped the cap soaking the city in fumes laughing as he lit the match scream sharp like a wicked act(s)/axe,
Empty body smothered with deathly naughtiness as he patrolled the streets resenting God he left religion buried with his vicious past.
Door to door tasks absorbing more and more wrath as he mashed the faces of innocents with a meat mallet spreading brains on floor mats,
Future missions unpredictable with a gun he'd ridicule those in his path what was more was that he'd just begun and what's instore was BAD.
"Outskirts" appeared safest bet to get the fuck out of there his "city" had no "limits" with no finish as he approached the flashy boys in blue,
Barging in the only margin...sin, this was the last line to cross and free these built up frustration with composed animosity as he deployed a clue...

(VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED)

Malevolence present revenge was an essence creeping and crawling through his skull as invited doom to those whom would test fate,
Starting from left gate he demolished and polished off every pig in the slough tickling his fancy unstoppable thanks to a fancy chest plate.
Swat arrived his thoughts were fried walking into a dead end singing, "kill 'em all, kill 'em all, will you be first, last, or next mate?
Corpses to create this started at the porch you're to late, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, more to die yet until you realize my respects late.
Police responence: "drop your weapons, stop one second, move and we'll fire don't act stupid we'll do it, sir please, we've already got the message!
We can work this out, you'll only hurt yourself, will refer some help it's your turn to tell us the problem, I swear to God son the docs impressive!"
He pondered the offer his somber would launder momentarily tell he raised the gun not afraid punch clips into the hips of law enforcement,
Nearly proceeding the action he was tackled to his knees as they slapped him with cuffs and a push to the street to heroicly pause the torment.
Placed in the back of the car soon to be shackled or barred depending on the judges jury his sentence was unknown considering the circumstances,
Regardless of verdict it's hard to determine the sanity or trace the contemplations of this character, psychiatry was one of the first advances.
Evaluation was progressed salvation was thought sensible as did the courts agree hence he was reportidly sent to an assylum for more to see,
Diagnosis of schizophrenia was certain atleast they'd started to open to "curtain" no longer "blind(s)" to this illness and traumatic coping needs.

(TRACING SANITY)

Soft padded rooms checked squares like a pladded tomb, mindless infatuation cleared suddenly like a mist rising into nothingness,
Hallucinations? Accusations? Voices about stirring pleasantly freeing rage, confinement oddly put him at mental ease like something blessed.
Drug induced reactions refuse the madness that was then this was now and now was never, nothingness, absolute surrenity found,
Not a scream nor a whisper present, only a hollow echo mentioned subconsceincely regarding this perfection mentally sound.
Alerted and now exerted he reminds the past and comes to see what he'd done was perverted, capturing reality and all he'd desserted,
Determined to ignore the past he chose to absorb the logical path because that was then this was now, his whole life had reverted.
Memories still remained but his will detained his new decision from guilty to tempormentally fragile yet innonecent, the dawn of a new age,
The "dark" rest in his shadows simply a fragment of never, that was then this was now now was never, he had gone from his "tuesday."
A mind cleansed loosely tied ends strengthened as sanity was traced and he'd embarked on a beautiful journy to begin happiness,
Tragic events mourned then forgotten due to a knock on the head, confinement, and drug induction his thought had been blessed.
However, never is never truly never, deep in the midst of a mist the chant still plays, "kill 'em all, kill 'em all, will you be first last or next mate?
Corpses to create this started at the porch you're too late, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, more to die yet until you realize my respects late.



Summary: The past will catch up with you regardless of attempts to shadow them or closet them if you will. Inevitably when you bundle up anger and frustration it has to come out, some actions or forms of releasing tension can be very dramatic and extreme, these are the actions most take...to understand sanity you must first trace back to insanity, then and only then can you step back and trace the events on what we refer to as "normal" actions resulting in the diagnosis of sanity. Simply put, to understand something you have to first understand it's opposite to have a birds eye view on the concept with in.....................1

[Riggz]

Wow, I actually read the whole thing. Each bar fed into the next line like reading a book. This read sort of like spoken word rather than rap but I can imagine a smooth jazzy/blues type melody rolling along the entire piece.

"Door to door tasks absorbing more and more wrath as he mashed the faces of innocents with a meat mallet spreading brains on floor mats,"

"Placed in the back of the car soon to be shackled or barred depending on the judges jury his sentence was unknown considering the circumstances,
Regardless of verdict it's hard to determine the sanity or trace the contemplations of this character, psychiatry was one of the first advances."

"The "dark" rest in his shadows simply a fragment of never, that was then this was now now was never, he had gone from his "tuesday.""

This may not get the attention it deserves as one would scroll down and see all the lines they'd have to read to finish it.. but I had a little time on my hands.

Excellent work man!

[QwarterZ]

A solstice was reached image ghostless to speak only cold blood ran through the vetrical facets releasing monotonous intentions,
The pyro stage was set neglecting celestial thoughts - disposed never to invade the chest of this recipient of MISSed positive ReFleXiOn.
Anarchy gripped the gas as he flipped the cap soaking the city in fumes laughing as he lit the match scream sharp like a wicked act(s)/axe,
Empty body smothered with deathly naughtiness as he patrolled the streets resenting God he left religion buried with his vicious past.

on the real you remind me of Killah Priest
which I like cuz sometimes you want some rhymes to take you out the box

I'm diggin' the style the length of the lines were WHOA
but nonetheless very dope word for word
line for line, what I really liked as I quoted, was the way it worked it's way into each other
a very nice technique either way keep writing
n if you can "shorten up your lines"
it's no biggie but it is better to read ya underdig!

[DaPrince]

Damn this was an intense piece bro.

"Alerted and now exerted he reminds the past and comes to see what he'd done was perverted, capturing reality and all he'd desserted,
Determined to ignore the past he chose to absorb the logical path because that was then this was now, his whole life had reverted."

I liked the way those lines fed off each other and the rhyme scheme you've got going throughout the whole thing is crazy. I agree with Riggz that it seems more like a spoken word piece but it's dope nonetheless. I especially liked the repetition of "that was then, this is now and now is never" in the last part of it.

[ReFleXiOn]

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sorry to rhyme master...would've fed a piece of yours but I couldn't find one. Send me a link if you want and I'll feed your drop though.

Uppin' for more feed...1

[Quix]

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WOW, this was impresive ... i really enjoyed the content of this piece. More a written story than a verse or track!! But this was Really Nice!!


propz fam

[ReFleXiOn]

^appreciate the feed playa

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uppin'

-- Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:53 am --

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-- Wed Feb 17, 2010 8:35 am --

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-- Wed Feb 24, 2010 2:59 pm --

any other thoughts