So, i'm just testing this out...tell me what you think
My lungs constrict,
My mind swims,
I open my mouth,
Take deep breaths,
And still nothing clears up.
Soon the water starts to freeze
Soon the trees start to die,
Last I checked,
Its spring and almost summer.
This world is growing colder by the hour.
Look at the tv and see what’s going on
Kids in the streets,
Moms dieing,
Making a five year old become a man and take 3 siblings as if he’s the father,
Fathers reaching a last resort and making their daughter sell her soul.
No one does a damn thing
Just turn their back,
Making the world colder.
Temp reads 20.
Teens wanting to die,
Parents not caring what happens,
Dropping out of school,
No one caring what they do.
This world grows cold as we dance on the graves of our founding fathers.
A 16 year old shouldn’t be a mom.
A six year old shouldn’t be a man.
My lungs are just barely workin.
Guns in the hands of holy men,
Holy men doing dirty things.
30year olds with 10year olds.
What the hell is going on?
Am I the only one who see’s this?
Am I the only one on my knees gasping for air?
My body shaking,
Now numb due to cold.
The temp reads 10 and my body grows lifeless.

This is very good. At first I was a little confused at what you were doing, but then I grasped the concept. Besides the few spelling errors and such, it was a good concept. I'm not going to rate it, because I think the rate system is dumb.
But please, feel free to do more.

You mean for like 'workin'? I did that for a reason. I'm not trying to spell every little thing right.

I like this, I'm really glad you typed it./
I'm also pissed, I'm glad somebody else noticed this./
Like what the fuck's goin on with the world these days?/
What's up with these kids, why don't they just play?/
Why are 9-year-olds runnin the streets with AK's?/
While their lil' baby sisters are strapped with grenades?/
The world's crazy, and I know this sounds like Slim Shady./
But fuck, there's so much hate that even I'm hating./
What's up with babies havin babies, and crackwhore daughters?/
Dead beat moms and dads, and children with no fathers./
Some people changed since the U.S.A's economy dropped./
I'm still the same, because for me it's never gon' stop./
It's been this way, ever since back in the days./
When everybody else was learning, I was writing these plays./
Raised in a third world city, where niggas die every day./
I like your rap babe, there's really nothing else I can say./

Love that! And maybe I'll write another, after my shower. ^.^

Tell me what ya'll think so far...

This world filled with hate, built on freedom.
Hate due to color, creed or preference.
How the hell did we get this way?
Holly men doing dirty deeds,
Instead of cleaning their hands in holly water, its blood.
Blood of sin.
Give into what tempts them,
Our fathers came to be free now we’re just in cages.
Caged and restrained from our right to a creed or preference.
Putting guns in the hands of children as if giving them permission to kill.
Catholic priests turning the cheeks on sin they make,
But condemning fellow followers
When’s the last time they’ve confessed their sin?
We built this nation on freedom.
(Not done yet either)

Who are we to augment or amend this temple that protects our soul?
Who are we to pretty much destroy this temple built by God?
Last I checked we are no one to do anything of the sort.
God gave us one mind and one body.
This body can create but it can also destroy
My blood boils at the thought of altering my temple in anyway
Yes I cut, changing the amount of blood in my frail body, but now I found the cure to my curse
(Still not done.)

Whatever happened to freedom, justice and liberty?
Think back to world history, if you can’t recollect or reflect you musta been on something
There once was a time when people only got shot fighting for freedom.
Yes we’re in the present, not the past, but lets recollect that lost history.
Lets go back to civil blood being all we spill.
Now our brothers and sisters stand alone as they fall together.
Soldiers stand and fall together, fighting opposing lines, on enemy lines.
Brothers and sisters fighting on home lines, putting their own in danger lines. Fighting for dirty looks they were giving.
Soldiers fighting for more than friends and ‘family’.
Soldiers dressed in Green’s, Whites, and Blues, fighting for friends, family, freedom, liberty, and the Red, White, Blue.
Lets stop the needless bull that we start.
Stop the ignorance, ignorance ain’t bliss.
Contrary to your thoughts, I know personally how a bullet feels, how a drive-by scares, how a glance or glare can trigger a fight, the need to protect yourself, steal things you need.
But this leaves me to ask, what if nothing like that happened? What if a glance was just that? A glare just a glare?


Not sure if I want to leave it at that..

They tell me I'm free, but free to me is justa dream./
An American nightmare, is children with white hair./
Cuz they're stressed out, and the only way out is through music./
Better hold on to this moment right here, and dont lose it./
Cuts and bruises are nuthin to crack addicts./
So bad it's gottem goin at it like rabbits up in their dad's attic./
Droppin outta school before they even reach thug status./
Tryna be like their favorite artist with mad rap tactics./
Disrespect their parents and run around with their pants saggin./
Testosterone levels actin up so that all the girls tappin./
Laughin it up until finally they understand rappin./
Then it aint so funny when reality negates actin./
Rollin with automatics hopin someone dont come cappin./
Police patrolin and youngstas see how the G's have it./
Suddenly they're lookin out for freedom and peace./
But it's too late, cuz they know they lost it all in the streets./
So they keep smokin weed, lookin for a little relief./
And this keeps goin on and on until the next century./
So that their children pick up their habits, and now it's all over./
What you're left with is a country at war with a born soldier./
And all the grandparents are wonderin what the fuck./
When they see you ridin round with two 15's in the trunk./
Blarin punk music while rappin bout money, sex and drugs./
With body peircings and tattoos, everyone thinks you're nuts./
So your family leaves you alone, now you're out there on your own./
Lookin for a home, but nobody's been callin your phone./
So you fall back to the dope, after you've lost all hope./
And by the time you're outta jail, hell, you can't even cope./
You shoulda listened to this fool when I told you to stay in school./
But nah, you had it in your mind that I was so cool./
Ready to live the life, like you got somethin to prove./
Little bigshot with his chain smokin, loadin his tools./
I hope you're ready too, cuz it's not a book that you're readin./
These streets will leave you bleedin, on your quest searchin for freedom./

I loved that! I should have more up soon, maybe by the end of the night.

Definitely outspoken. It's all great, however, don't get me wrong. :)

Mayday! Mayday!
The cuts on your arms are to deep, you ask my help on the sameday.
I do whatever I can to help you,
Then you tell me to shoo.
But I refuse I won’t let you fall
I give it my all.
You know my weakness, you took a hold,
I trusted you, and you went and sold.
Did anything to get that cash,
Bitch I hope you get a rash.

I'm not done yet, this is just me being silly and messing around.