Shakespeare Or Hip Hop Quiz

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

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

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

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

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

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

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.

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

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

Of one that loved not wisely but too well.

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

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.

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

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

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.

There is no darkness but ignorance.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.

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