I really need one before I start recording and create a soundclick and stuff.. I ussually just word the problems faced by the misfits in society. The problemkids, the cutters, the people who are depressed and adress social issues, ranging from political issues to media propaganda. What name do you people think I should take?
Here are some examples of my style:
(Down Comes The Ceiling)Why is it so hard trying to keep my emotions in check
And inject any detection of it in the trash bag
Does concrete in features of my facial mistreatment
Adore the discrete depletement of joy repeat
Or am I just another stone in a gravel landscape
Endlessly gaping to grapes and adore their shape
I guess it's accurate that I'm immaculate aspect
Of neglect and defect lacks of our social concepts
(Ascended)Throttle back as a pratical werewolf at dawn, hawking
Due to lack of tactical lunar, left to long for darkening
For another trend of shedding skin and replaced with hair
Gaze upon the hunger based in the eyes under the red glare
(Because I'm A Kid)Souls escaping through the open words gaping
The verses I'm taking, beats creating and views portrating
To rationalize the craft I'm trading, cause of my shaking
And debating of teenage subjects and persona of our making
Invision you in my position, witnissing friends slitting
Out of pain through the horrors of invisable nature
Stepping the shoes of the old dudes raising health
Reshaping you and creating you for themselves
Quick when growin up, flowing through the shit
Got puked and extorted thanks to it, flowing to stick
With that one angel who rebuilt me from shit
Momma, I love you but I'm going through with it
(At My Funeral)No matter what event me and my friend'd attend
There were always people thinking I wasn't meant
To be alive in the first place, because I was absent
Head in clouds, a typical gothic dreamer with a rant
About how hard it is for me to find a relationship
'Cause face it, nobody would date a fellowship
Of pimples and dirty hair, ugly nails and fat belly
A bad personality and anti-social nature, so rally
Around my head is what all these problems do
They're piling all up at once, there's nothing I can do
So you know I had to get my hands on a weapon
And think about what I was doing for just a second
(Your Care)I'm supposed to be the chosen soldier to uphold them shoulders
Keeping up the weight of this innate composure trying to break our holders
Wasn't ever to show it crumbling low wasn't meant to hurt my friends
But eventually I did offended them badly inspite of me swearing to fight it to the end
I was never taken from my mistakes retouring every single morning and night
Constantly falling back in the so-called suicide notices and outright
I should've been leaving and retire breathing collapsing over this rap shit
I'm hiding behind the music I'm writing when I should be the man to reject it
I've always claimed to remain, but sometimes all that's mine
Is the choice of listening to this voice hauling from the dark calling to mind
I wanted to give up instead of trying to live up to the many invain expectations on my name
I want to die so badly so why won't you let me crumble down this cold lane?
(Lose Yourself [Unauthorized Remix])And finally understand how much this shit means to somebody like me
Like all of this godforgotten shit has gotten to the end despite me
Failing down on my walls as these motherfucking drums keep kicking on
And you standing there, looking like "what the fuck is going on?"
Waiting for my mouth to open for another battle filled with the spirit off
Well FUCK BATTLING YOU, I'd say fighting myself is tough enough
Trying to find a life for myself and my family, not being on stage talkin' shit
Whining inside to fight health and place you under me, when we're walking it
So this is the one moment I got to take everything I need again
The shit to understand why we're breaking mood swings and men
But these past thirty-two bars proved not enough to juggle rhyming with loving
So these last for you stars, fuck your props, this time it's nothing!