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| Dear brent | Started by: Purged_By_SpikeS on Feb 02, '25 12:49 |
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Dear brent, I wrote you but you still ain’t callin’ I know you’re busy, runnin’ the Loop, keepin’ the fam from fallin’ I ain’t mad though, you showed respect when no one would Said you’d help me find the truth—man, that meant more than it should I still hear my father’s name whispered through the streets Shadows talk, but their lips stay sewn when I reach He worked for you, bled for you, gave his soul for the cause Now he’s six feet deep, and all I got are the scars I know the rules, brent—I ain't beggin' for love You don’t fuck me, finance me, or feed me enough But you gave me your word, and that’s stronger than gold So where’s the name, brent? This trail’s gettin’ cold I heard stories ‘bout your rep, how your word is your bond How the Volturi run the Loop with a grip like a Don I respect that—you don’t owe me nothin’ but time Just a name, just a lead, just a reason to climb I ain't scared, I was born in the fire, forged in the pain Purged_By_SpikeS, carryin’ my father’s name He was PurgedBySpikeS—loyal to the bone So tell me, brent, why’d he die all alone? Maybe I crossed the line, maybe I spoke too much Maybe the dead should stay dead, maybe I’m outta luck But I can’t let it go, I can’t just move on I need answers, brent, before my sanity’s gone So if this letter never reaches, if you don’t write back I’ll take my own path, even if it ends black But I trusted you, brent—don’t leave me in the dark Just one name, one clue… where do I start? Was he purged ‘cause you took orders from SpikeS? Did the streets whisper treason? Did the wrong set of eyes Make you question his place, doubt his vow to the code? Or did fear take the wheel, make you gun down your own? Did the Volturi shake? Did they feel their grip slip? Did they see shadows where there was nothin’, just loyalty’s grip? Did they think he held grudges, that revenge filled his veins? That he’d flip on the fam, trade respect for a name? But brent, you knew—he didn’t hold steel Didn’t pack, didn’t pull, didn’t have that appeal He was barehanded, standin’ where honor should shield So tell me, brent, why’d the streets get him killed? Was it orders from higher? A play for the throne? Did the ghosts in your ranks make you turn on your own? Or was it panic? A move made too fast? A lesson for those who might challenge your grasp? See, I don’t want a war, I don’t want a fight I just want the truth, not whispers at night If he had to go, tell me why—make it make sense ‘Cause right now all I see is a grave and regret If I’m askin’ too much, then just say it straight But don’t leave me chasin’ ghosts in this city of fate I ain’t beggin’, I ain’t breakin’—I just need to know Was my father a traitor… or just caught in the flow? So, brent, if you hear me—if respect still stands Give me somethin’ real, not just blood in the sand One name, one reason, one piece to hold Before I turn this city upside down in the cold. |
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Realistically, how long are we giving Chicago before the Lords of the Purge roll in and it's business as usual though?
That's what I want to know.
Digging the words though my friend, you should lay it down to a beat and go make a few dollars on a few deserted street corners. |
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| Reply by: Isaia_Neri at Feb 02, '25 13:14 | |
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Rest assured SpikeS did not order you to be purged. He's nothing but the waterboy. Bottom of the totem pole. Nevertheless, it is a job that matches his qualifications. |
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| Reply by: Tomatoortamato at Feb 02, '25 14:58 | |
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Nice effort and rhyming actually but I wish you would use your skills for good |
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| Reply by: StripheGotti at Feb 02, '25 15:13 | |
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Damn these were Striphes last words in public. We should cherish them always. |
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| Reply by: Gunger at Feb 02, '25 16:45 | |
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Striphe, you got caught red handed, and paid the price, Cheating the game, now gone—ain’t that nice? I play my own rules, ain't no need for your lies, My game starts when brent gives up who’s behind my father's demise. |
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| Reply by: Purged_By_SpikeS at Feb 02, '25 16:55 | |
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| Ooooooooooooh that was really good. Striphe couldn't have picked a better spot to last be alive at, there's some heat going down here. | |
| Reply by: BuckBurgerhouse at Feb 02, '25 17:20 | |
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