Edwin Torres - Real Life Fiction

Afterlife Do I have a spot reserved in heaven If I dont it means I do not deserve to get in. Tell the gods Im coming After all their jobs are done with. Should I ask a price To be visible in the afterlife Or come back tonight Even if everything is black and white. What I would give to be in the earth Relive my life even if the reasons will hurt Bring me back in the form of an animal free like a bird Ill sleep in the dirt Get my nutrition from plants Because Im eating the herbs. Let it be known to some of my makers That I want to be at one with the nature. The world would be reborn at my feet Rejoin the world in the form of a tree Give life provide food and oxygen For those who got to win No longer looking for green Because Ive got lots of it Make the world The way it would not have been.

The rain makes my roots flourish So I can help humanity nourish. Ill be the protector Of all of Gods creatures Even the ones with odd features. Only hunt to survive Protect all living things In front of my eyes In the afterlife I want to have four legs and a tail And watch the world move ahead and prevail The jungle is my home The tail keeps me balanced So to be stumbling I wont. I want to have every animals race endured up To communicate with them like Ace Ventura. I love all living things Even love hearing children sing In the next life I hope the gods give me wings. If I was the king of the animal kingdom Ill tell my fellow creatures That were facing extinction.

The human race is to fear Because theyre making us disappear. All wildlife is enjoying the planet But were the ones destroying the planet. So Ill see you in the afterlife. Allegory Pay attention to this allegory They only told half the story Im going past the glory Writing this like its mandatory. What they didnt mention to you Is that were in a temple of doom Its why every move is detrimental to move. When Im playing the game Im not saying no names Just stay in the lane Every day is insane, And every thought is cynical Its about to get critical Ive got to pass the physical About to get political.

And I know its complicated Work like youre obligated Until your rights are confiscated Now youre feeling dominated They want to envy on this hate it Every single promise made it. But never fulfilled Just combats and wrongful kills. This is what were hating We keep debating Not creating or relating Send the poor to prison In these states united Its a lot more division If you hate to fight it Then do it with a vision Tell me what youve sighted Lets start the mission. Writing my chronicles Overcome any obstacles In a world cold like Popsicles People dying in hospitals Everyone feeling hostile Even the ones singing gospels With a crew of apostles. Tell them the truth And blow off the roof The word will go off my tooth This is the proof No future for the youth. Im not writing a melody Because then Ill be fighting a felony.

If I drop an album Then Ill get shot like Malcolm That is not my outcome. Collecting dust for years No more trust is here Put what they must in ears Money lust and fear The end for us is near. Days are short and nights are long Cant tell the difference from right and wrong Or right from left Just fight to death Take the lightest breath Cant see or hear they lost sight theyre deaf. Have a drink in my name While I sink in my pain They all think Im insane Even the shrinks know my name Always in ink it remains Doing it fast in a blink it just came With no links to the chain. Back in the Day I remember when we bought two bazookas with a dime Basketball was at its prime Rappers were real with the rhymes Yes I know those were the times. We would walk to Isaac On our way stop and buy shit.

In a fun crew at the lunchroom Believing things that were untrue. But the rumors Were spread sooner. On our way to class Man how those days have passed Wish they would replay and last So back then they would pay your ass. Every Friday play ball at Jeff Until nighttime Or they all have left. To us it was about pride The way we held it down outside And I enjoyed south side. Yes took it indoors When it was cold out No one would hold out Real people wouldnt have sold out.

And its time to say It wasnt designed this way I have better things in my lines to say. High school was worthless The principle ringleader of the circus Like any business its just a service They havent heard this. High school was a damaged past. Put a Spanish kid in a Spanish class. I know easy A But not what I need today To help me lead the way Real education what I read and say. That was back in the day.

Being Alive The point of being alive Is to always strive to survive And thrive and arrive. In a new life wish I could restart it all So I can do something remarkable Establish my own mark and all Its not about money cars and all. This life isnt about being rich Its about finding your niche It hasnt made anything switch Were seeing life with a glitch Until were under a ditch. Work with what youve got And know youre deserving of a lot You are worthy of the top Keep going and dont stop Unless youve dropped. This life just live it When you want to surrender Dont give in Youre the contender. Just keep going Like the wind blowing In a destination not knowing.

Where you might end up The heavens are calling Tonight Im getting sent up When the bad times arise Look at them in your eyes And dont act surprised. Take it in the brain whos to blame For all the pain. I feel from the heart Its been real from the start The pain wont heal or depart. Inside have an empty hole Love with a heavy soul But when its getting cold. And have no one to keep you warm You want to be reborn Because inside youre being torn. It feels like a lot to know Very fast not to slow From here you got to grow.

And focus on being alive. Critical Judgement If we smoke weed We get criticized Its what we dont need They get minimized. So if you drink a Bud Light I let the Bud Light Spark in the dark Now the session starts Dont hit depression hard Or become who your thoughts or obsessions are If you have any sadness Then break it crushed But take the push All their crap make it flush Because theyre fake with us I was just eating mac and cheese Now Im stacking geez So stop acting please A Black and a Chinese Is a blackanese. I want to go on a cruise Send them home with a bruise Now you know how they lose Their scars mostly have blues. Youve got to be kidding me Seriously you cant get rid of me I come like a high fast ball Because theyre not hitting me If they think theyre splitting me They must want double the trouble. Want to cut it in half I say, put it in graphs About that work But arent loving the staff This is annoying me I dont see any loyalty And it boils me Could never let people spoil me Going down a slippery road Like its oily When well make it Boy well see.

This concludes my rhyme Hope you can include some time Got to get these noobs in line So they dont pass critical judgment. Despair This is the story of a brother and sister Who had a hard life Constantly watching both of their parents start fights. The father consumed alcohol excessively Would come home and start acting aggressively. The most abuse for the boy he endured Worst part is he didnt enjoy being poor. Father always sent him to school Physically hurt with a bruise And the girl went through literally verbal abuse. He was always picked on Felt hurt but pretended Couldve fought back But was afraid of being suspended If he didnt take his life Then his father is the reason it ended.

It was very few times the boy and the girl Were enjoying the world. They grew up in a home with no love To fight the despair Their friends expose them to drugs But life isnt fair It was all tears Had to grow with no hugs. The girl graduated Now shes looking forward to college Wasnt even congratulated Or that fact wasnt acknowledged. At this point she was like fuck it I need to escape Found a man twice her age Was beaten and raped Blamed herself for his rage And asked why she was meeting that faith Why she felt the despair. Im going to get back to the girl Only not now The boy didnt make it through school He chose to drop out. Would think of stuff he wouldnt miss So he cut his wrists.