World Beyblade Organization by Fighting Spirits Inc.

This is a thread where I will post my various raps, and poems. I might possibly even write a short story. To kick it Off Im going to post a rap I wrote earlier to the beat of Wiz Khalifa's song Black and Yellow.
Black and Yellow

Instrumental

I recommend you listen to the song first, then listen to the instrumental while reading the rap. I'm going to use spoiler tags in order to save space.

These are poems I wrote for my(now ex) girlfriend

I want to hear your opinions, but I'd like instruction and CONSTRUCTIVE criticizms. These aren't the first I've done, but there are the first I've posted on this site.

This is a poem/song I wrote regarding some recent situations in my life mixed with fiction.

Forty three men spoke, from the top of a mount
People gathered to hear what they were talking about
Although it doesn’t really matter, what they had to say
Because I know for a fact that we’ll have to pay
For the crimes and the lies, that it took to build
That glorious house that sits atop the hill
Now the last three of them, spoke a lot of words
But they fell on deaf ears and were never heard
With me, they lost all credibility
Because they told a lot of lies, just look around and see
They promised to give us change and brand new world
But at the end of the day, when that flag is unfurled
I can see all the lies that were told to me
Now as I sit, back in this humvee
I recall the same story again and again
How my brother lost a friend before he met his end
He and his squad was Oscar mike
When they spotted this kid riding on a bike
Just as the kid, passed the humvee
An explosion rang out, and all he could see
Were parts of his friends, coming from the back
Bro was sick to his stomach,
He already knew what had happened that day,
Still he asked aloud “Everyone okay?”

Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen

Every survivor’s ears were ringing, that got in the way
Then his men asked him, “hey what did you say?”
Now I’m sitting here in the same country
In the same vehicle that burned so quickly
But I am the one, who chose this route
I am fighting for this rhetoric, but hear me out
I decided I will fight, for this country
Not for those I’ve lost, no, just for me
I decided to enlist, U.S.M.C.
And the sent me here, to the Middle East
But you don’t hear me hoping, that the war will cease
Because I found out I like it in a dangerous way
I tell my self my bro’s story, everyday
I might just die in the desert, anyway
I would love to tell myself that this is just for play
I can’t lie to myself, about that today
Because another humvee burned up yesterday
I lost a few good friends, when it went up in smoke
I don’t think about it, because I know Ill choke
It’s hard trying to live, this life you see
Because it’s nothing like that COD
I won’t respawn, if I mess up
So when the bullets fly, I make sure to duck
But I still shoot back, No fear today
Allah Akubar! Wait what did he say?
*explosion*

Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen

With hands held high into the sky so blue, the desert opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into the sky so blue, the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into the sky so blue, the mountains open up to swallow you
With hands held high into the sky so blue, the forest opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into the sky so blue, the tundra opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into the sky so blue, the desert opens up to swallow you

In the title it's Writing not Writting.

(Feb. 14, 2011  12:09 PM)ControL_ Wrote: [ -> ]In the title it's Writing not Writting.

There is a long story behind why it was like that. Long story short, I hate IPhones and I will never again post something important from one.