Burning Pages; Final Goodbye

[MC Anonymous]

you curse my name, try to the write the verse in flames
but it takes more then that, you can't burst my brain
I write in pain, my wrist is split to the tip, that's it
anymore with this stress, my cap will split
if you want to come and test, then answer this
every time I'm put to rest, I'm cancerous
what the fuck? You don't know right from wrong,
I don't even know why, when I write a song
I end up on the floor and my life is gone
tattoo a mic to my arm so I fight with gods
I put a knife in my palm and I fly to arms
so I can die with hon-or I die appalled
It's such a big game, and we're all involved
with a call to solve, laws, then pause the call
with parallel lines, step aside, intertwined
with time, and then and see all the game unfold
It's chilly in my blood, but the scene aint cold
I cry and it freezes, but it's hot as home
I got to know, the shots are blown, I rock my own
life when I write in this stopping zone
when popping those, pills, it's a locking blow
social security to those, when their stock is low
fucking time, go faster, but the clock is slow
cock and blow, now I'm back in the present show
back to the game, I will never win
back to the lines of the severing, remembering
the embers then, sit in the cold December wind
grinding with my teeth, does forever end?
then I'm crying in my sleep, I'm awake in Netherlands
sucking on the breast of my death, I'm nurturing
cause every drop I get, I will let the serpent in
and have it kill me slowly, without the stepping in
the spirit that I have, that I get, depressing when
the pages of my heart, are then torn by pressuring
the life that I live, giving in to flesh of sin
running and I'm pinned, living when the stress begins
I speak for myself, for my health is withering
You can't tell my self, from the stealth I'm spitting in
Do not try to save, I have gave my next of kin
enough to remember, the life I'm living in
feeling like militia, the scars of minute men
placed on my face, without case of sentiment
I wanna leave a martyr, with death in penmanship
and I hope that I die with the best dismemberment
I don't want my face to be shown, I sentence it
burn me to ashes and throw the excrement
just hold in a bandage and smoke my essence then
leave with a smile, and hope my end is penned
20 years later my words will message them
parts of my actions, the verbs of reverends
my heart is retracting, I stop and burning ends
the pen is put down, and I'm dead without a friend.

[Yah-hah]

Yo big homie deep shit man. Stay up though big homie, keep feedin that pen with emotions man stay with it man. Dope drop.

[Emadyville]

More simplistic rhyming but still littered with multi's, flow was good except for a few parts, loved the line that had "hon-or" great wordplay, overall it was a good piece

[classthe_king]

dang, deffinately one of your better pieces

[Relapse.LP]

Is this a metaphor goodbye or an actual "leaving the forum"?

[MC Anonymous]

Is this a metaphor goodbye or an actual "leaving the forum"?

It's metaphoric for a suicide song.

[gutawafang]

Suicide.

[classthe_king]

Suicide.

ummmmmm

[gutawafang]

Suicide.

ummmmmm

LMAO. I mean, this song describes it well.