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Revival. A SkTzO & Destro(ME) Collabaration

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life

SkTzO

I used to be a man of nothing but survival

But God gave me grace

And gave me reason for Revival

I began to study writings from the Bhagavad-Gita

Islam and the Holy Bible

All of them gave me insight to myself

And none were ever my rival

I came to recognize I had no need to live by the rifle

Because to â€œlive by the gun is to die by the gunâ€ it would only stifle

I used to ponder on jumping off the tower Eiffel

So then I was amazed at how within me

There were emotions that were stirred up and brewed

I was consumed with revitalizing my inner self

I then studied philosophy, literature and world culture

Took a bite of the information, gnawed on it and chewed

I was then forced to eventually swallow

The knowledge that I then contained could not sit and wallow

So I had to take some time to borrow

Then I chose not be shallow and spit words that were hollow

No, not hollow points

Because none of my points intended are ever hollow

I spit reality of experiences

And some could make you stronger for another tomorrow!

As I studied and grew in an exponential rate

I began to self debate and my mind would inflate

Because I realized my minds capacity

Began to elevate at an incredible rate

So I began to nurture my writing ability

It governed my daily life

And gave me some internal stability

All the while all I ever sought for, was love and emotional tranquility

My desire for imminent revival

Became my new reason to live and to maintain survival

But the more I studied and learned

The more I grew and was able to discern

And I as grew to decipher a cipher

Or some hidden code type hieroglyph

Words began to flow in my mind in patterns

And they instinctively spewed out of my lips

Now these lips of mine are inclined

To speak life and destruction

Life to the listener and doer of truth

But destruction to the warmonger who enjoys nothing but pain

For my brains frequency wavelengths

Have vibrated faster and a higher rate than many

So I took in wisdom like drinking water

And I continued to have desired so much more than plenty

So here I am just another man

But with a plan of magnanimous proportions

To open minds and open eyes

â€˜That seeâ€™ life in a distorted contortion

I can quickly and very smoothly reveal

What for so long has been suppressed & concealed

And if you listen closely

You will begin to hear the sound of the thunder peel!

Destro's Verse:

SkTzO, you are truly the pillar of the vibe. Truly spoken and kind like my

ancestors of the Cherokee tribe.

Those lyrics truly helped me revive

my soul. Made me even more determined to achieve my goal. In and

out of rehab, but now I have full

control.

I owe my life to God, you, and poetry.

With out my faith in all I would just

be another front page news story. Another thug from the hood who didn't live to tell his story. I know my rhymes are scary and gory. But now I am here

to share the glory.

Ghandi said "Be the change you want to see in this world." I want to see

the human race peel away from material things. Quit all the money and over priced diamond rings. I want god to hear when the mocking bird sings. How to Kill a Mocking Bird. I'm sure you probably heard. Was in a stage of denial but I seen the truth and now I'm in a steady revival. Used to carry a gun with extra clips for survival. My newest friends were once my biggest rivals.

God blessed me and help my lawyers drop the home invasion trial.

Lost the battle and may lose the war.

It makes me hunger for revival even

more. I spit lyrics till I gain success or till my throat is sore. Like an eagle I

will soar. I feel at the top as did the mighty dinosaur. Love y'all till death and now I can say no more.

Rest in peace to all the hommies I lost in the struggle. Rot in pieces to all the bullets and clips of my past. Have I truly changed? Who knows? The future is vast. I need to recover, barley broke through the spell the devil seems to cast. God bless us all and hope our souls everlast.

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Quick write before bed

With memories fading, vision tunneling. The bigger of life's meaning is mighty humbling.
My rooms darkening, I feel reaper creeping on in as I'm stumbling.
Breath is now shallow. Feel weakness over taking my temple.
The spirits want me to follow. But only god can be my shepherd.
Walking the valley, I can see my life's edge. So towards it I continue to trek.
Looking down, I witness the abyss. So powerful, calling me to drift.

Lean forward and fall into the pit. I was told this was the only way to conquer it.

Lost behind a mask

Basically I can't let go, of everything and more.
I've lost myself and soul, losing all self control.
Outside influence molds, making me this animal.
My anger only grows, can someone save me or no?

So pour up another glass.
Shattered mirrors and bloody hands.
Not happy with who I am, nothing can go as planned.

My reflection hides behind a mask.

Identity has slipped from my grasp. Lost over memories of the past. Familiar faces never seem to last. Restrained my urges to unleash my wrath. Lost in the ways of life and romance

Sunken Path

What do I do with myself now that I'm unhappy? Been hating my life and the ways that it has me, caught in a bind between romance and fantasy. Wishing it was reality, because my reality seems broken. What a tragedy.

This seperation is damaging. Spirt filled bottles jump at me from the cabinetry. Drink to drown my sorrow, just another casualty. Enchanted by lust and magic, see, I can't tell whats happening. Part of me still wants you to come... back... for... me.

Yet the stronger me knows you're shallow and wicked. Nothing like the picture you depicted. Only felt worthless because I was addicted, to your taste, your touch, that smell of your hair, I couldnt get enough.

A break through. I know I can do this without you. I don't hate you, I thank you for helping me see this new angle. God sometimes sends obstacles in the form of an angel. When the path you walk has your feet burried to the ankles, just walk ...

Poison

Thought I was drinking the holy elixir. Because without you I felt my heart grow sicker. Couldn't drown the memories with no amount of liquor. But don't think I love, only miss her.
The conversations we had left me weakened. Tore down my amor just to end up beaten. Heart flatlined, no longer skippin. Losing interest in living. Life seems ruined by this division.
You were poison in my veins. Distracting in every way. Smile that could bring the sun out on the darkest day. That's besides the point I'm trying to say. Shallow as you are you dug me the deepest grave.
Thought about lashing out. Yet the memories just have me laughing now. Thinking life will show me a different route.

Trying to find the antidote so I can move on and finally cope. Ears plugged into the stethoscope. Listen to my heart and let you go.

Peace to the land

Peace to the land and death to the destruction. Breathe in the air and exhale negative assumptions. Live in the now and stop dwelling in past. Trust me I've seen the spells that it can cast. Let go of the pain, pray that good times last. Be grateful for life even if it seems the hardships won't pass. Carve your own path until you find your right one. Keep walking along, the righteous will carry you when your feet numb. Just don't walk blind, you might not like the outcome. Have faith in yourself, not just the one up above. Embrace what's left with gratitude and love. The world seems lost, but really it's just a new journey. The media only plays what people find concerning. Just to makes you think evil is constantly emerging. Bring Peace to the land and prevent your soul from burning. We all make mistakes, but that's why we're all still learning.

Emotions

Emotions are something I can't depend on anymore. As they always keep me in a state of inner moral war. War with myself. More than self conflict. If I gave in, the devil will turn me to a convict. Rob and steal, feeling thats my only option. Emotions run high but I know that I got this. Gun under my chin then I hear the child in me begging to stop it. Working two jobs seven days a week. Never see no profit. God telling be patient, soon you will prosper. My emotions are weak like the devil, but I'm interested in what they offer. But still. Live the path straight and proper

One Rhyme Freeverse about life

When you die you can't take it with you so I know life is not about what you obtain.Â

Just live free and learn from mistakes and cherrish the knowledge that you gain.Â

Also learn to understand we live in a world where wrong is right, the villains prevail and the heroes are slain.Â

And even though billions live here no one on earth can truly understand your pain.Â

Most people are ignorant and choose not to see whats infront of them and thats my definition of insane.Â

Most of what I say comes from my heart, exits out my mouth but first the words are produced in my brain.

What I'm trying to say is our body is life, and our life is a body with a beating heart and blood flowing in it's vein.

If your not careful with your life you're likely to watch it spin down the drain.

I rather die slow with lots on my mind than die quickly with a mind that's plain.Â

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I've Been trying so hard to hide my mind from insanity cuz every time it comes around it tries to take man in me.

Then I'm left sitting there motionless scared of humanity.Â

And you wonder why I smoke herb constantly, Cuz constantly my mind full of thoughts of pending doom and tragedy.Â

When I do fall asleep it's dreams of people stabbing me and demons grabbing me.Â

So I stay high, so high I'm defying gravity.Â

Stay so high I'm a happy emcee in the sky letting time fly by and when I come back down earth my pen gives birth to another wicked verse that puts another emcees career in a herse.Â

Thank god for all the rappers who inspired me to write in the first place, cuz my life was full sadness and hate and torture that later on help me develop this mental state, where I can drift from reality, and watch vocabulary elevate as I accelerate to a faster rate which in turn gave me the ability to levitate with a mic in my hand that assis...

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Cursed for life but changed for the better.Â

Struggles still exist, working hard for petty cheddar.Â

I walk with my head held high, knife still in my hand.Â

Yet I'm seeing better days, no longer sinking in the quick sand.Â

Today I'm a brand new and improved person.Â

But I'm still rhyming just not as much cursing.Â

Now instead of walking in the dark, my path is bright.

Still gotta pack chrome when I roam the hood at night.Â

I've been witness to murder, suicide death, and such.

Now I'm sitting here, not blaming myself as much.Â

Reminisce for all those who died up on Â North Prospero Block.Â

Death never seemed natural, it was either overdoses or a glock.Â

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So today this is where I have come.Â

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Phase 2: "Hooded Obstacles" (Hero Contest)

Struck by the disease known as poverty.Â

Can't find a job in this weakening economy.Â

Even worse, I'm stuck in the hood with enemies who have fantasies of harming me. Â Â

Can't survive when a gun holds all the sovereignty.Â

I look in the mirror, and you know what I see, another sheep being herded around by government supremacy. Â Â

Can't be who I am now, to change Â is what need.Â

But obstacles in life have me sipping brew and smoking weed.Â

Walk outside, my hood covers my face, cuz I don't wanna end up as a homicide case.Â

Trying to find a way outta this hellish place, so I can grow up and not be a damn disgrace.Â

Had a conversation with myself to see if I'm in good mental health, but all I could think about was getting wealth.Â

Take a trip through my hood and you'll see nothing is good.Â

So give some respect if you could.Â

Already tried to get out, so stop saying th...