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I never get writers block, cuz I write the block
Take a trip into my eyes as I'm describing spots
Although at times its hard to paint a complete picture
Each scripture I create's complicated like Denise Richard
I think, At night I can still see the fight and the hate
The sacrifices we make to get by day to day and be straight
Friends personified in photo albums, make you cry
Waitin for the day U die, to reconcile in Heaven's skies
Grew up in the poor houses, Momma cryin, brothers poutin'
But soon brothas be dyin, before they could make it out, and
U tryin, with out no help, sellin dope on the side
And pretty soon it amounts to wealth, Pretty soon U think u found yaself
Sellin ya soul by the gram, a 45 in ya hands and Nope it don't jam
Hopin God'll forgive, knowin my only way out stealin wallets
Or getting my hand on the lottery, shit, I've done a lot Ill prolly regret
But as long as I'm left, Imma still try to make it out of dis poverty kid

Leave feedback on a couple drops if you want feedback. I promise, you will get it.

this was okay.. some rhyming flet a little off, topic was okay.. nothing original.. lines where cool without being amazing..

overall didnt feel like you came to your potential on this.. it was good, but nothing to write home about..

decent, i think tha ryhmin fell off ina couple spots like MajicMark said, but overall pretty good

Gutta wrote:I never get writers block, cuz I write the block
Take a trip into my eyes as I'm describing spots
Although at times its hard to paint a complete picture
Each scripture I create's complicated like Denise Richard
I think, At night I can still see the fight and the hate
The sacrifices we make to get by day to day and be straight
Friends personified in photo albums, make you cry
Waitin for the day U die, to reconcile in Heaven's skies
Grew up in the poor houses, Momma cryin, brothers poutin'
But soon brothas be dyin, before they could make it out, and
U tryin, with out no help, sellin dope on the side
And pretty soon it amounts to wealth, Pretty soon U think u found yaself
Sellin ya soul by the gram, a 45 in ya hands and Nope it don't jam
Hopin God'll forgive, knowin my only way out stealin wallets
Or getting my hand on the lottery, shit, I've done a lot Ill prolly regret
But as long as I'm left, Imma still try to make it out of dis poverty kid

Not bad. But a little to much "Gangsta" material in this one to come off as original.

"And pretty soon it amounts to wealth, Pretty soon U think u found yaself
Sellin ya soul by the gram, a 45 in ya hands and Nope it don't jam"

wasnt bad thou.. My fav bar in your drop!
The potential is there man. Keep up with it!

That was good man, I could understand it good and that last line was a good way to close. The only thing was the flow was off a little in some places. Keep at it man.

good little verse. the flowed seemed fine to me


Although at times its hard to paint a complete picture
Each scripture I create's complicated like Denise Richard
I think, At night I can still see the fight and the hate
The sacrifices we make to get by day to day and be straight
^^^
my favourite bit