Lyrical maddnesssss

The poet:
Blue star,
shit outa luck
tears compacted
fears fought
on the other side of the glass line
delicate contraversy
patter of souls feet
escaping to a fate already destined
eyes glazed
body bent
misfourtune failed
transperent conviction
spent happiness
patterned sterotype
the moulds over.

The rapper:
Stainless steel prison
soap suds and grease
all blacks on the screen,
seems my souls asleep
but 2 jager bombs later
i'll be screams and laughs
and this food on my shirt will be a thing of the past
i'l be sumwhere in the viaduct talking to chicks
that don't really have a plan
past getting some dick

The poet:
SHore girls screaming more,
but ima not a whore,
short dresses and
female messes
style and class all come last
oh to be male in a suburb of tail

The rapper:
put their self esteem in between thier legs
give it out to some dude that they only just meet,
cause he kinda looks like brad from laguna beach
or some geed out rapper from the south auckland streets
never knowin the whole time no matter how she pretends shes
just another high 5 between some friends.
Im drinking and drinking to find mine
I tryed being a slut but it was a waste of time
your probly the closet that i've found yet
just coz wes on the same wave length
I love uncomplicated girls like you
that make me smile like a cheshire dude.

The rapper:
My nites been like a fist fight with life
like 4 car crashing but only half as nice
like 2 random sentences
joined at the hip
oh best believe thats some trippy shit
im on the middle of the outside
but im not on drugs
well maybe a little weed,
red eyed looking smug
trying to write a text that I don't know what it means
thats how my faces nite has been.