Anything that doesn't kill you(another random verse I wrote)

Now anything that doesn't kill you only makes you stronger I've heard,
I swore to keep my will true so I must try honour my word,
As long as the heart pumps blood that is oxygenated and pure,
With the life force I jump up,this love's too sick for any hatred to cure,
Crawled out of the pit,body sliced all over,holding in my vital organs,
Fall out of the shit straight into the piss,get out,pray to the lord then,
Soldiers surviving war's stems get choked by the roots of peace,
Or the kids traumatised by god's men,they are called men,but the truth it speaks,
Expose to the youth these beasts,so what kills you and what leaves you alive?
Leaves you a life that you can build through strength and breathe and survive,
Playing russian roulette with a loaded revolver,when suicidal tendencies reign,
When your soul is so wrecked,you tryin' to holler,but who's gon' tend to the pain?
You pick yourself up only to fall back on your knees,slip and break your bones,
Keep dialing for god but he don't call back,it seems love's gone on leave,only hate's at home,
But you either dead or alive,there's no between,no transitional phase,
Everything you said in your life you either mean,or all the damn spittin' will fade,
So if you already dead and gone,it's an unfortunate end to your life,
But if you heard or read this song it means it ain't the end that's arrived,
And if it ain't the end you survived through all that happened to you,
Thus making you more strong and wise,that's what anything that don't kill you happen to do.

Just another day(story in rhyme)



It's just another day,I should be chilling at home,
But listen to what this brother say,this day I wasn't chilling alone,
Well technically I was alone 'coz the only other person was dead,
Now the trigger's squeezed,in his dome,was the ballistic version of lead,
I'm cursing,"I'm dead!" 'coz when the police come I don't have a chance,
I'm reversing my steps,examine what i've done,so i poke at his pants,
To see any evidence of a gun or a weapon so self-defence is an option,
I find a wallet and many cents along with a pen but no guns,so I'm lost son,
Only other choice is to keep the body concealed and remove all proof that it happened,
I'd seen this in film but this body is real and now the truth is I'm snappin',
Need to pull it together,so where can I dispose of the corpse?
Where he'll stay truly forever 'coz he was my neighbour,he's known by the cops,
And they know I owed him money,they know the fights and the threats,
Even though his loan is crummy,just for that he'd try snipe my respect,
So I'm a suspect the moment they know that he's no longer alive,
I wish the tec I hadn't chosen, but he tried to dishonour my wife,
So I take his body and my face brights up,I got the solution,
It's great!So shortly,I take a knife up and start,no confusion,
Take a couple of buckets and put them aside,fill a cauldron with soup,
I let out a chuckle like "Fuck It" and think of the garden and stoop,
Pull out the mixer and plug it into the socket and go,
Look at the soup and it's stirred,then I empty the dude's pockets and clothes,
Strip him naked,pull out a cleaver and chop him to bits,
Once done,take a breather,then take his watch and his shit,
Wrap it in a bag to throw away later,then keep his body parts in the bucket,
All cut out,throw them in grater,then mix till his body parts is like nuggets,
Put 'em in soup after I washed off the blood in in the drain,
Then went to the loo,but I wasn't there just flushin' in vain,
That way no evidence of blood being washed away was left in the house,
Then i put some carrots and chocolate cake in as well,then i felt that it's now,
That it's ready,a true gourmet dish,so I put off the gas and packed up the soup,
And so none of the boys say shit I had it dropped off by someone back at the loop,
This corner with charity houses,soup kitchens and shit,
No need to be panicky,now sit,dudes now sippin' his lip!