Shakespeare Or Hip Hop Quiz

My sins sit on my shoulders like a crown of crooked thorns.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

They traded truth for silver; I kept silence like a blade.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

I broke the chains they gave me and I wear them now as gold.

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

Every scar upon my body is a verse the world can read.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

The night knows all my secrets and it guards them with its teeth.

There is no darkness but ignorance.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

Of one that loved not wisely but too well.

I made a throne from the ruins of the man I used to be.

I speak in stormy parables and let the thunder be my proof.

I walk a road of fire with a heart too cold to melt.

The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

If I should fall, let my name ride on the echo of the drums.

I turned my hunger into thunder and it shook the gates of sleep.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Gold on my neck, but the weight of it drag my spirit low.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.

I wrestle with my demons till they bow and kiss my feet.

I came from dust and shadows, now my footsteps shake the ground.

I gave my heart to the struggle and it paid me back in scars.

I sowed my pain in silence; now the harvest sings my name.

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.