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shake just listen to the god damn song man lol the verses were dope but they don't amaze me like it amazes this guy, you could write shit like this about a lot of verses from a lot of rappers
lol i felt the same while reading this. i could break down a lot of my verses like this and it would actually be a lot more interesting, except i am past the point where i code my shit lol. coding my writing amused me when i was in high school lol. in fact, here, i'll post something of mine that could be broken down hardcore:
Time keeps slippin' away, slippin' away/
Am I gonna see a brighter day today?/
I try to go back in order to erase mistakes/
But time keeps slippin' away, hey/
Time keeps slippin' away, slippin' away/
Am I gonna see a brighter day today?/
I try to go back in order to erase mistakes/
But time keeps slippin' away/
see, here i'm saying that i'm losing time by anthropomorphizing it by speaking of time as "slipping away" as though it was a human "slipping away" from another 
and on top of that i speak of trying to make my mistakes go away. WHOA! 
i sit and watch as the sands slip into oblivion in my hourglass/
trying to rewind time to make the hours last/
and as the hours pass i try to mask the pain i feel/
i reminisce and drown in nostalgic thoughts and surreal/
memories of shattered dreams and unaccomplished goals/
trying to fill the voids of loneliness which are now gaping holes/
oh wow! now it starts to get REALLY deep! i'm again watching time pass me by and i want to go back and correct mistakes but i can't so instead i try to make up for it in the present by thinking about the past and the things i wished to do but didn't. i then move on to the topic of loneliness and me trying to repair my loneliness by filling it in as if there were holes that created it!
i hold on to pieces of a recent and painful past/
which i gouge into my misery to see how long the pain will last/
holy shit! as Raekwon would say, this "get[s] mad deep like a threat"! i'm talking about keeping painful memories and not being able to let them go; instead i continue to use them to wound myself! now THAT'S deep! 
a painful task indeed ripping through sorrow until i bleed/
as my vulnerabilities gently seep through my tattered flesh/
and caress my wounds to redress the naked skin of my sanity/
for I've paid attention to life's tacit expressions which humbled my vanity/
wow! and when we thought the sea only had 20,000 leagues (as Jules Verne would have us believe), Agent X dives in even further, proving us WRONG! 
i'm reaffirming, in the first line, what i had previously stated (that i was inflicting pain upon myself by holding on to the past) and then moving into what i use as my strength to bring myself into equilibrium through my painful memories: realization of my vulnerabilities; by realizing these vulnerabilities, as i state here, i am able to heal my emotional wounds and bring myself back into a sane mind state and i do this by paying attention to what has been implied to me throughout my life-- that which is axiomatic rather than searching for complex answers that i am probably looking too deep to find -- which has also humbled me and made me realize that there's more to life than me and i'm not looking at the whole picture, and also that there is no need for me to search high and low for these extravagant answers, for the true answers lie in front of our noses. WOW! i should pat myself on the back for this one!
yet frantically i search without cease for every answer/
which, in effect, infect my mind, spreading like cancer/
for the answer most useful to my mind I'm told is beholden/
within, which i must bare, for vulnerability is golden
now, contrary to what i said above, i still, unfortunately, make it hard for myself by seeking answers where they simply don't exist and over analyzing things. these false answers spread through my mind like a disease and infect it. in reality, the true answer lies in the main truth about self: our vulnerabilities are where our true power lies.
(Here's where the second hook, then Pensmoke's verse come in)
Every action not taken is another moment lost
And as we lose moments
We slip further into oblivion.
Absurdity becomes our existence
this quick section is from a poem i never finished about inaction. it basically touches quickly on the overall subject matter of this track which is, in every sense, a piece of stream-of-consciousness literature.
As my time winds down on earth I count the strokes of the pen/
That writes my destiny in this life from beginning to end/
And I try to mend the broken bridges before my time elapses/
While others try to understand but they don't know what the half is/
and so i begin my second verse by taking a different approach than i did previously. it is still on the same subject, but we have slightly changed gears. now we are on the topic of me trying to fix my mistakes before my time runs out and that people try to understand why i do this but they don't even come close to understanding.
It just happens to be that I stand here a broken man/
But in my youth I see the chance to do the best that I can/
To rebuild using the same pieces from the ground up to the sky/
As I search for my route in life. I'll never know where the path will lie/
i've been warn down by my life experiences but i am optimistic that i am young enough to at least try my hardest to rebuild that which has warn away to an even further extent than ever before, but i do not yet know how i will rebuild.
It's doubtful I will find peace within at truth's first gathering/
I still need to learn to love myself rather than battering/
For my torrid emotions need time to settle and heal/
From the caress of the smooth hands by which my wounds are sealed/
i doubt i will be able to rebuild fully on my first attempt, but that instead it will be a rocky road on which my journey to peace will take place, but i will get there eventually. i first, however, need to work out my insecurities rather than beating myself up for mistakes so that i give myself time to heal from the wounds that i have already inflicted upon my psyche. i need to rely on close friends and family in my life (the "smooth hands" by which i am "caress[ed]" that seal my wounds) in order to seal these wounds.
I feel it's my prerogative to walk this narrow road/
Or be caught in mediocrity and watch my dreams implode/
So while I reach back to the past for guidance as time slips away/
I stay focused on the future and look forward to a brighter day
nevertheless, even though i feel that i need to heal from wounds inflicted through the course of trying to "walk the narrow path" (a reference to Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken"), i still feel that i need to walk it or else i'll have lived a mediocre life which, to me, is a fate worse than death. in order to do this, i look back to my past to guide me, while simultaneously remaining focused on what lies ahead and i stay optimistic that the future brings great things.
WOW! THAT WAS DEEP! LIKE LUPE I FEEL THE NEED TO TELL EVERYONE HOW DEEP I THINK I'M WRITING!
oh man, that was too much fun!
sorry, i just had to 
just listen to the god damn song man lol the verses were dope but they don't amaze me like it amazes this guy, you could write shit like this about a lot of verses from a lot of rappers
