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A BULLET THROUGH MY HEAD= A SMILE ON MY FACE

Nikko’s rhyme book- 3

Intricate trinket still lingerin within him tho he seeks to get rid of it, its sewn within the heart and soul such a sinister citizen Listenin to all his weakness waitin for the kid to just give-in optimism is dwindle in still refuses to livin an insignificant Vision of his beautiful nightmare the night sky stares and the boy just glares back scared that he may never make that leap to freedom empty lost black eyes confused heart bruised did you beat em No way to lead em only deceive em I see his soul and its bleedin I see his heart is still beatin all of this after bein mistreated Still life force being depleted Yet forever will he Refuse to be Defeated All Swearin that he will never be greeted by the reaper but everyone can see these lies seeping

He just wants be awake but how can he live when every breath he takes he feels is a mistake with so much at stake how can this poor kid escape the fate at this rate some may say its too late but never underestimate the power of the great while in a vulnerable state Most would shake at the site of so much on a single plate

A Little something I put together Finished product coming soon Lemme know what you think on this tho XDD


Nikko’s rhyme book-2

such a fascination with thoughts of alienation led me to believe that the people are the medias creation with the criteria for whats acceptable constantly changin as quickly as our index finger can click over to the next station we all accept this with little to no hesitation any and all efforts towards preparation is left waiting instead of progression we regress through petty differences and aggression consumed with who is to blame for the world being on the verge of another depression put differences aside haven’t you fools learned your lesson only through this will the world reach a new level of prosperity.


Nikko’s rhyme book

Prophetic at times naive and blind nine percent of the time Iron will and hella spine a future destined to shine I can write ten rhymes for every line you bite of mines so tonight Ill fill my wall with words that stand tall and for those who shall attempt to steal the only thing I ask is that you when you speak it be for real I appeal to the ones who wanna heal and mend not the phonies who lie and try to pretend to befriend I am the definition of loyal Till the end but then again thats the same thing that can get you killed my friend from folks whom you came to know as brethren never the less I never petty them I have respect for mankind however far we may have fallen I can see the drums of revolution however far man!