15 minute check-up

[Yah-hah]

Something I wrote one night. My girlfriend saw it and wrote the last part.

Sleep deprived I feel weak inside,
How do we survive with each decision we decide,
Cause it’s flooded with a heap of lies,
They creep inside to find if he can lie,
With the trees and vines that she supplied,
Were even tied to my knees and thighs,
And she pre-scribed the prescription enlisted on my weakened spine,
I don’t even need to, we all know that the truth kills,
Shit I’m not rapping about anything takes me typing to see the truths revealed,
Well wait give me a second its been awhile since I typed anything,
I used to be the top in CW now it only seems like I’m visiting,
Wait, I’m visiting? My home? Cause that’s how it is in real life,
TR? Who we are or Are we? Wait sorry feels like I’ve been killed twice,
The beginning was simply an effort to get my flow back,
Multies are all that hold me and I’m too lonely to go back,
SO now I’m talking to myself about absolutely nothing,
Without wanting to run into the wall at all now that is truly something,
Ok give me a sec to think about something the old me would write in the summer wind,
Um….the death of a hundred men is unleashed within my hunters skin,
Woah woah wait hold up, did I just say the old me?
Then who is typing right now, who is this fake, this phony?
He hasn’t typed shit, just writing whatever he wants, look at his structure,
Lines running here and there from fear to scared look at this fucker,
Who does he think he is writing in my place,
Who is this man fucking lying in my face,
He isn’t vicious with multies I haven’t heard tomahawk one time,
I havent heard how his culture stays alive no Native Pride in one line,
I havent seen any dream catchers or typing with the speed of leopards,
I haven’t heard of his baby girl and how he dreams to catch her,
He dreams of setting dates and wedding cakes,
Glance over to the clock nonstop like damn it’s getting late,
This guy isn’t the same I don’t know he is and his dreams you’ll find are a lot different,
Well goodnight everyone, this is my 15 minute check-up for my 5 o clock visit


What does this mean
He lacks what makes him
Does she hold him back to a point of no being
So little does she understand of the man
She knows what makes him mad
Has been able to make him sad
Pushed enough to see tears stream down his face
She doesn’t know if what she does is right
doesn’t know if what they are
And want to be is enough
They fight
They argue
She cries
He runs
But how long can he run
How far can he run
When do her tears stop
Stop drowning her within herself
When do her brown eyes dry
And come to see with a blur
That the life they fight for
Is the life that they need
But how is it true to know
They have held each other
They kiss
They smile
Laugh, dance, and romance
But its been a mere year
And so soon we are falling apart
Falling apart but there was nothing
To fall to piece
don’t know how long this stay
How long the days will be light
And nights will be dark
How long it is before
He doesn’t say I love you
Stops calling me babe, mama and baby
How long before the typing of his love
Stops like a heart beat

[Arabian Shady]

That is raw emotion and just because of that, I feel it is one of your best pieces, I'm not a fan of 'the works' if the rap lacks substance & meaning , I feel the flow was somewhat consistent
R.A.W emotion, dope

[Yah-hah]

Thanks homie

[Spyder]

ill feed ina bit bro thats a long rad for right now

[Yah-hah]

Yeah um.....thats wat she said