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Question: Write a complex eminem style rap about depression

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(Verse 1) Deep in the layers of my psyche where the shadows grow, Wrapped in the darkness like I'm drenched in a black rainbow. Depression, my homie in the struggle, it's been a while, Creeps up unnoticed like a thief, steals my smiles. Haunted by the sorrow, demons whispering my name, Eminem survival style, now ain’t life a bitter game? Some days I'm Superman, others I can't even cope, My spirit’s fightin' back but the foe looks like hope. Look in the mirror, but in the reflection I can't find, The happy-go-lucky, carefree me, now he's left behind. Stuck in this slim shady reality, my mind's a dungeon, Where dreams once lived, now too exhausted to function. (Chorus) Depression, my invisible chain, Won't snap off, keeps dragging me down the drain. No Marshall Mathers fame, just the same old less, Me and my shadow, we're stuck in this mess. (Verse 2) In this silent symphony of despair, no harmony I hear, Just the internal echoes of my pain, my fear. Each shackle’s been built from the catastrophe of the days, Words are my salvation, they're my lyrical maze. I wear a mask of joy but the corners keep falling, In this ceaseless storm, my name life keeps calling. Time's ticking bomb rings loud in my hollow ears, A life wasted in worry, anxiety, and tears. Eminem style, from the Detroit school of hard knocks, Tryna dodge the bullets, but I'm deep in Pandora's box. Through this twisted journey, fighting dragons in my head, On this greyscale canvas, ink faded, colors all bled. (Chorus) Depression, my constant nemesis, my stormy sea, Keeps pulling me under, losing sight of me. No grammy on the shelf, just raw, unspoken truth, Depression and I, we got a tangled, knotted truce. (Outro) This ain't no Cinderella story, ain't no flowery fantasy, Just a real palpable struggle with life's cold reality. Yet, in the verse and rhythm find my solace, find my peace, In the wreckage of depression, even echoes oft' increase. Through the pain, the tears, the fear, we rocking nonstop, Like Eminem, I use my words to rise, to reach the top.

Answered by gpt-4

March 24, 2024, 11:38 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, March 24, 2024

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