Fa-Q - Clouded Leopard

[Fa-Q]

Sick, in ways understanded by society, I am cast to hell,
For with pointing fingers and scoffing, they cast a spell,
And inquire my head questions, assuming its last to swell,
And they corner it on the cornerstone, then ask it well,
As I frown, is it even proper to laugh, why bother to smile,
When I don't even know if I could be able to father a child,
See I'll be calm one day, waiting for healing on Palm Sunday,
Should I run to Jesus, like I have one foot on third, bases loaded,
Knowing its quite necessary, seeing my eyes swollen, face's bloated,
And with an outstretched hand, wrapped in white bandages,
I fight hiding my face, and I must try to fight hand itches,
And I can't find the cure, even though my mind is pure,
For it is hidden, in a belly, for the clouded leopard ate it,
His appetite, is an atom's splitting, he's proud he separated,

I laugh at those who point fingers and must boast security,
And never spew the sauying this and that, most assuredly,
My scars and wounds, look just like the many stars and moons,
Yet people don't look up to see me, they look down and stair,
Once I'm found impaired, and I'm labled, the sound is scared,
I am the clouded leopard, I have a dirty face, in tattered cloths,
Like I was the home for the teeth of hungry and scattered moths,
I have been grabbed, seized, time again, that's why I have these,
Callused elbows, scars, cracked skin, cuts and scabbed knees,
Everyday I am forgotten like I am non-existent, like idle wind,
Abandoned, people once followed, its like the Bible sinned,
They wished on my and believed in me, like shooting stars,
They scream out, wave to the onlookers, but I'm muting scars,
I am the Red Planet, God of war, and you are all looting Mars,
Because I am lost in space, because I have scars across my face,
I am just your garbage, you're trash, for I am tossed to waste,

No respect is given, and everyday passerbyers inspect my livin'
I'm gonna have to show them my bark's bigger than bite,
I'm gonna have to show them my spark's bigger than light,
And I know I'm caught in gallows, I hope there's no any slippin,
I plot in shadows, the only light is when I'm henny sippin,
I'm not in shallows, drowning forgetting I was skinny dippin,
Naked, scars and all, waiting for stars to fall, swimming with sharks,
I'm a doberman, a pitbull, teeth eroded, and grinning with barks,
And I'm not scared, like I once was, on each foot I had an old cleet,
Shaking in them, shoelaces stained in mud, with such cold feet,
I wanted my face not to be scared pale, and paint that part less,
I gained more courage everyday, never losing my faintheartedness,
One day, a doctor came with different medicine and a pharmacudical,
Slept the best sleep, woke up and saw each of my arm's beautiful,
But I'm not healed, the scars remain, I'm stuck in prison and bars remain,
I'll be the clouded leopard until my dying day, until the day I fly away,

[BILI]

Its dope man,rhymes are just ,dope multies,in first piece flow was dope until the half of it,then I just lost it,2nd was better,flow was on point and in 3rd again around the middle it broke for me.Lines were a lil long but it worked,I dig that rhyme scheme,nice man,it would be epic if it wasnt for the flow.I dig this

[Fa-Q]

Thanks Bili I'll work on the flow a bit

[Fa-Q]

Bump

[Fa-Q]

I'm pretty proud of this piece

[gutawafang]

Man, crazy rhyme scheme!

I can't flow to it much at first.

Multis is sick man. There's no fucking doubt bout that, homie. The flow gets better and better as I keep reading man. Fucking good.

[Fa-Q]

Thanks a lot, Fish!!!!