Look into the Heart of A Soulja

**~Fallen Angel~**

This song is dedicated to one of the greatest people ever R.I.P Aaliyah

I've lost a friend today, someone that I thought the world of
I know she’s smiling and looking down at us from above
She was an angel in disguise, with a smile that was never a surprise
she was a beautiful person, and was someone that no one despised
She was a Wife, sister, Mother, Grandmother, daughter, niece, Aunt, and a friend
She may have parted from our lives but her legacy will never end
I know that she is at rest now and god has taken her under his care
I know that her faith in god brought her through death with no fear
She was always there for any one that ever needed help
She would care for you before she would care for herself
She will never be forgotten, she will live in my thoughts
I will remember her smiling face and the wisdom she brought
I just want her to know that she will have a place in my heart
Remember Aaliyah! When god created you he made a piece of art
Your soul is in his hands now, We will remember you forever
You touched our hearts in a way that we will forget you never!

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Diary of a Deathrow inmate

The first sign of gloom
Dear diary...

Walls of white surround my exsitence,echos of hate fill my new life
while many seem resentfull I notice some enjoy this with spite
everyone looks grim like they all caught a contagious flue of death
lungs feel collapsed, afraid to take the devils breath
visual's seem bleak,alot of manufactured feelings are felt
I feel like a 45 year old man but abortion's been delt
tormenting chants fill the air while an ery silence fills my mind
tryna visualize my future yet regret whats been left behind
a small glimps thru a window allows the sight of smoldering rain
I strongly carry myself on my back to shoulder the pain
with the shakiest steps I move thru the halls arradiatted voice
Malfunctioning words,separating thoughts,my mind has eliminated choice

4 by 4
Dear diary...

I've Slowly energised hate for solitary confinement
I wanted to learn alot before I die,Im excepting deaths my only assignment
expeditions are mearly lethargic walks in a square circle
Accurant accounts of the terror screams can be heard virtual
re-cooperating isnt possible,with bible strong in hand I wait for my escape
It will soon be time to strip my body of sin like death is my rape
the light is dull I try create some brightness with excessive alliteration
echos of silence are amplified by agressive reverberation

Deaths walk
Dear Diary...

Exuasting thoughts race faster than exstatic lightning
Im some what calm,I predicted it to be more frightning
with hands cuffed behind my back I walk my final emotion
split mind,shit reminds me like de-ja-vu devosion
My throat feels harsh like my osophegus is locust infested
Mind astray,I cant find the day that I originally got arrested
Passing other cells,smiles start to dwell,everyone thinks im going to hell
face pale like the thraox has summond me to eternal damnation
Unsure if this is a positive day,filth gone?, like reversed contamination
I observe a man is placing my destiny in the middle of deaths circumference

Destiny
Dear Diary...

Deaths is certain,my breath is hurtin the second they raise murders curtain
As they start reading my biblical scripture, I take a quick glance around
If this was a ball room I guess the next dance is hell
Contemplating why have I seen this before,maybe in my dreams?
Im not saying a word,yet the noise I hear are my screams
Un-doublty I have served this punishment in previous time
A hear a gaurd say "it wont be painfull" , Im not beliving his lie
laying back,im praying that power surges strengthen me to break these chains
"Is it possible to pretend to die? I doubt I can fake these pains
The lever is like an evil snake it raps electricity round a remorsefull soul
The conducter is heartless,he doesnt mind that murder's his goal
with one last body shake,a ghostly break isnt mostly fake
Deaths number has struck seven time more than the wattage of electricity
As I sit back and relise what ive just written and witnessed explicitly
Im in shock not only from the 100watts of power but from my personnal conclusion
Im mearly a ghost writting a diary about my own deathrow excacution

IF I WAS

If-If-If I Was A...
If-If-If I Was A...

Rapper

im explosive like trinitrotoluene blowing up the street
Sweating blood, I combust with disgust & burn up the beats…
The pressure eats away at my mind gnawing at my reality...
I write all day & portray weakness, bubbled up in my fantasy...
A genocide tragedy when I intensify your mind & grab the mic....
Speak wisdom, Gods kingdom falls when my intelligence ignites...

If-If-If I Was A...
If-If-If I Was A...

Philosopher

I’d theorise on events & how to live a divine existence...
Take 2 entities, 2 identities & provide needed subsistence...
Speak insistence on my prophesies, they will become true...
Theorise the annihilation of species, send your soul into...
A time warp, you’ll go through a dream of spiritual death...
I’ll revive hypotheses, a series of gales to give you breath...

If-If-If I was a...
If-If-If I was a...

Poet

I’d write words with astuteness without rhyming or a flow...
Meaningful metaphors heavens doors open & send you below...
& although I’m spiritually cleansed I’ll blacken your spirit...
The truth unfurls, hear these words & subsequently fear it...
Revere it as I write to topics no-one else would dare touch...
A poet laureate my fate is sealed & my perception is ****ed...

If-If-If I Was A...
If-If-If I Was A...

Cannibal

I’d murder innocence & consequently feed of its remains...
Slice & dice their bodies & play havoc with their brains...
Torture them with chains & bury them in the back yard...
Burn them & only return when their intensely charred...
I’ll be forever scarred but for death I’d have a fixation...
Consuming human flesh & murdering God's own creation...

If-If-If I was a...
If-If-If I was a...

hey tallis are you an emcee?

anywayz, dude "if i was" was crazy. I like that. But the part about the cannibal should have been more of an allegory. Maybe it is but i didn't catch it. But overall, very nice piece.

I put my hand on my heart, that mean i'm feelin ya/ real recognize real and you're lookin familiar -jay-z

Yes I'm an emcee. And a poet. I go to places and just get on stage and speak a piece. I love to battle too it keeps my creative juices flowing and keeps me intrested and excited about writing.

**~What We Do~**

We still gotta do it cause we grindin,/
**** a Benz or some diamonds, put ya kids inta college,/
get some knowledge in they head so they not to fall head..
first in this trap that's murkin us black
the only thing worse than these packs
is burstin these gats to make an incline of currensy stacks
holla word if you ask
why the system got us debted, fightin wars over oil,
see we soiled and our nations bout to boil
check the history, when Saddam was a terroristic buckaroo,
the father was mobbin, Presidency, George W,
enemies, makin em...
niggas, they was slavin em
punished with whips, forced to be a cheap laborer,
niggas got free from Lincoln emancipatin em
but it's hard to spend dollas to eat when you ain't makin em
Holocaust, Hitler got the Jews and the gays and them
shove em into death camps, started concentratin em
Allies went in, intents of savin em
all these years past, now these bastards reparatin em
it ain't Godlike to see those chains and be takin em
well I'mma live well until I'm chillin back wit Satan nem,
the point I'm gettin across is we out fixin the world,
got people kickin thru walls to see a ***** in her draws,
mah niggas kickin in doors cause we can't get it from yall
from all these taxes mayne,...
*What we do is wrong
yo people search to keep clean,
we seek the first and fifteen,
I do not know what this means,
to be a loyal citizen when niggas is,
rising tax prices,
got mah triggas here to get it quick
yall act like we speakin gibberich,
but must understand mah people are dumb,
get ya nails done from the checks fa first of the month
the only time we concentrate is when we rollin a blunt,
or BET, sittin back on the sofa w/ rum,
you got a Honda on dubs fa spendin ya work check,
I bet the AC in ya car don't even work yet
the shit I'm getting at is black people, think first,
stand up for somethin other than when time to leave church,
heels in the club, knowin that ya feet hurt,
go to work in the mornin, but you tryin ta skeet first,
If I said I was perfect, I'd be lyin in vain,
but lets see who gon step up and say it's time for a change,

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**~Lyrically Confused~**

off the top of my dome, from the skippin of a beat//
that never made a tone, within the rotted heart of me//
bottled up mixed with tonics, a soldier strict but honest//
tricked within the tonics, the lies inside his promise//
i moved around the motions, others frozen hopless//
trapped grasping potions, while i predicted with the notion//
that if i were to slip, while standing so closley to the edge//
of addictions fatal cliff, i may as well just cut my wrists//
and watch myself drift, from one form to the next//
complexed i am indeed, when predicting out my death//
and incase u missed the message, lyrics, words, confession//
then i guess i did what i ment, too confuse was my full intention//
and if i failed to mention, i speak in enigmas, riddles, clues//
when speakin of my abuse, and the substances that i use//
my heart hasnt time left, since the fatal day that mine went//
yours is the one that beats instead, a silent skip of death//
your reading of this proves my points, ive become immortal//
within words on torn papers, lyrics forming portals//
in too the deapthes of depression, one must consume//
the beauty of my lyrical confession, although it might confuse//
words become my second home, writting became my life//
1000 words 1000 poems, with only 20 years of strife//
so grieve not for this writer, dont worry if u never knew//
the lyrics on the paper wrote themselves, im more confused then u....

ill multis and flows. My favorite line was: and incase u missed the message, lyrics, words, confession//
then i guess i did what i ment, too confuse was my full intention. You have a very abstract style to you're lyrics. But you being a poet would explain it. Good stuff dude. Keep it up.

Thank you 🙂

no problem. Now go ahead and drop some more venom.

Wrote some crazy random shit.

major legnend wit visions enriched with spit and sentence
with a hint of essence and death scripts too sick ta mention
i strictly strip veterens who think that they better than
this competitor who ready to behead and make em dead again
popin back seddictives, buncha dead heads wonderin who let em in
im settlin beef with chiefs who speak only when they all out of leaded pens
im endin friends cuz friends is foes too phoney to say it straight homie
like yo u know me, tryin to claim a peice of change by sayin "you owe me"
why dont u show me some proof dick, better yet show me if that noose fits
confused? dude, drink up and kill urself, speak up, what? your useless?
man i knew this, thas why im tryin to get u help
the doctors names satan, and hes waitin in hell
quit askin mr jackson if u can jack his package
mr jackson gonna slap ya if your actin like a jackass
fat ass whened u get ur last mac? double cheese, scratch that
double meat in your ass, fagget now what? yea how about that?
im runnin in circles slurpin spinn purple version of verses
makin no sense, it isnt ment, but im spent so its perfect
ho ho ho and a buttle a rum, tities all red and a booty so plump,
doin christman with pirate bitches and im gonna get some
and after all that, ill smile and say thanks
now get off my dick *****, and walk the ****in plank