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    SS Battle: Ace of Aces(2-0) vs Poeta Demonio(1-0)

    Poeta Demonio's Verse

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    Cold eyes, filled to the brim with despise
    For an enemy that resided in government
    ties; children of the night that rise when they
    Should have been asleep, smiling in their dreams…
    But instead, we see them crying violent
    Screams, dying on our TV screens, like it’s
    A public show, you may see them as troubled,
    But what the fuck does the public know?
    Have you seen bullets tearing through chests?
    Blood shot eyes way too scared to rest…
    Yet you’re prepared to invest, in an inventory
    of ignorance, and judge people that die out
    of innocence, not knowing about peace
    we HAVE a justice system, these kids ARE the police.

    Fingers to triggers, yet you call them
    “the poor little niggers” and suddenly figure
    That you’re to good to lend a hand…
    They need food, not your patronizing demands
    That you land, on their heads, so don’t try
    And talk about something you’ll never
    Understand! It wasn’t planned, and definitely
    Shouldn’t be accepted, weapons being
    Strapped around the waists of kids
    With a white politician acting like a racist pig
    Slashing the faces of natures hatred

    Homes in ruins, with fathers buried in ditches
    For the sake of a higher account for ONE mans
    Riches, with itches, from disease and water
    Pollution, no effort involved, so they just
    Abort the solution, according to the future…
    There’s a place for everyone in time,
    With a little love and care, these kids could
    Be evidently fine, but it takes time, and
    Every penny counts, not a great amount
    But enough to save lives, as every useless
    Product you buy? Another child dies.








    Ace of Aces' Verse

    -Finding Myself-

    I awoke early this morning with hopes of a better season
    Only to find the sun would melt those self-centered reasons
    I’ve rendered this weathered treason, a point to quit work
    And in attempt to find myself, I toss a coin to this search
    With my head to a tail, I flip it again to my back as it falls down
    Then I leave my house with a half empty glass and I walk out

    It just so happens that at the last step I catch a married man
    With his buried hand, take an extra glance at a “Mary-Ann”
    He moves towards my step for a better of view I’m assumin’
    Of this beautiful women, who I think knew he was lookin’
    Though not in tune with his movement, she took the hint
    And with one look at him, another key to a room to give

    I just wish I had it like he did, even with a wife and 3 kids
    Its more of a problem for women to find him to sleep with
    He lives with secrets and does more than drift pavements
    I’d do just about anything, to just get out and switch places
    “Lifes a bitch ain’t it” says a homeless who was watchin’ me
    Unimpressed by the irony, I smile back with a nod and leave

    It just so happens that at the next block down I spot a crowd
    Surrounding now, a single man who stood out and bowed
    I couldn’t count the amount of people that shout or grabbed
    At this model’s hands, as he took the time to sign autographs
    Then on his last, he took off and ran at a full-throttle tilt
    Leaving me in awe of the people that would follow still

    Now I wish I had it like this guy, with unoriginal style
    Just say fuck it to school, but then get rich with a smile
    What a business to dial, lets get my nude body painted
    Throw that into a magazine and then call me famous
    Bet he gets a new chick by the day, his life is somethin’
    I’m tired of mines being a mother fuckin’ dime a dozen

    And then it just so happens that, before I go home again
    I get stopped in my tracks, by the same old homeless man
    And he says to me, “I know what you’re thinking kid,
    You feel like a piece of shit, in a world so freaking big;
    You’re lonely, not rich or famous, but so what if its true
    Life’s a bitch son, but you’re just bein’ a bitch too”
    Last edited by SmokaJoka; August 26th, 2007 at 03:37 AM

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