Pleas Read...Just wrote now...not sure if it makes sense

[ghburns]

yea so...i was listening to music and came across this hip-hop violin beat and ive been sitting here for an hour writing over the beat...tell me what you think

Song: Gypsy
Artist: Black Violin

I feel inspired by the rythym to keep on flowing
but my mind is tightly shut so this is done without my knowing
this papers the only on who hears me and by me thats fine
having no audience isnt a crime when you love to rhyme
you just have to get shit off your chest, thats what its all about
its dosent matter where you rep, midwest, down south
it just matters what you say, this is real no play
cause what you do tommorow can affect your today
now i observe the title of this track, this shits called Gypsy
and at first the violins sounded a lil bit iffy
but three measures in i heard the strings start to speak
the music filled my body and my words began to leak
i cant explain how it feels to hear art in such sucession
even creativity by mistake is some form of expression
wether it comes from happiness, drugs, or depression
it can all be analyzed for its true intentions
to be the one who speaks out so you dont have to listen
cause listening aint fun its better to get something written
and published or not, if its ill or hot
none of that matters just take your pen and start to jot
dont ever feel criticized by what anyone is saying
cause in the end those are the ones who end up praying
to have skills like us writers to have expression come so easy
but all pros have a conn even if it aint what it seems to be
cause expression has a price, and its called inspritation
and people are inspired by things they may not want to be saying
so they speak it thru their pens, and the words start to bend
more clearly to their liking, it all depends
wether you understand your own writing, you see thats key
once i get myself no one else needs to get me
what you see and what you hear are two different peirs
one is slightly faded while the other is clear
but these two peirs tend to switch back and forth
like i can see what is real but what i hear is slurred
or i can hear only the truth but not belive what i see
see how my mind plays tricks on me
better yet see how our minds play tricks on us
maybe we're all trapped under the same fukinng curse
that sends us constant waves of mental distortion
is that what makes girls get an abortion
distortion? or is that what makes countries go to war?
while the one who controls the curse sits back and snores
not paying any mind to what they caused
have they ever looked at everything and came to a pause
with a mind so flustered somewhat like mine?
wait lemme re-read that line
"with a mund so flustered somewhat like mine?"
maybe the mind i speak of happens to be mine
but whats mine is your, and whats yours is ours
maybe its the pens mind cause its had me here for hours
non-stop writing pouring out my heart
so in otherwords this curse, is this what writings all about?
if so, than this curse, i accept as a gift
but i hope its not materialistic cause then it will be gone quick



all this was written without any stops and i retyped it here as it was, no edits
i dont think its finished yet so if i finish it ill repost...hope u liked it

~GH~

 

[ghcheech]

association, affiliation with out GH nation
hatin, waitin for that next ill bakin
chronic cannons these are our weapons
well smoke out your dome
bake out your home
stomp out your fucking garden gnomes
well run through marine park screaming fukkin SHALOM
so please dont mess, this is not a test, do not obsess because
you will be outguessed
straight brawlers holding down the drugs, fat nugs for these thugs,
think there g' ill blast these bedbugs
cops those nuggs and turn them into blunts the size of rugs

GH NATION!


burns can o worms... that was pretty ill

 

[ghburns]

it seems the kid chi is stepping up is game
one step closer to riches and fame
but the same GH will stay till the day we die
smoking blunts by the hour without intentions or try
and i know others may be thinking some other shit
GH rolls deep we aint no other clique
were not backstabbers but well stab a motherfuker in the back
the second that GH is in thier sights for an attack
as far as drugs concerened there no shit that we lack
so many ezzos got seritonin dripping down our back
and when the winter comes where the ones who make it snow
is there a limit to the cheebos we can blow?
and dont even let me get started on our weed
weve burned so much the that dealers are feeling greed
to get our buisness, and help diminish our every brain cell in exsistence
fuck this shit, this rap is finished

come see me in bk cheech lol

~GH~

 

[ghcheech]

lmaoo tearinnn it...someone should throw their own shit up here...i kno im no good but here i go neway


dopin on that high c, remember me,
when this nation is tryin to define me
there is no definition just recongition
stop recollectin these thought out mind fucks,
ya mind sucks, ill warp you to the thought process of progress
theres no better way to try to say,
stay away we holdin it down so please you must get down
but you better hang, dont get your snatch banged
i got the fangs to dead your soul
enchance your fukkin roll, im tryna pack my bowl,
so start that drum roll, we takin control, so dead you tracks and step on mine dont split your spine, make a visit to the gyn, fix your shrine
so we can work that bloodline, this is now a sharp sign
that im on that high tier, no fear, its all clear so give ear and hand me
my kings spear, this is the premier of this year so just stay clear

 

[ghburns]

yo ur trying to rhyme too many words togethor...concentrate more on the amount of syllables so it flows better and when you are rhyming words you need to follow some sort of a rhyme scheme

~GH~

 

[ghcheech]

fuck it