Kalas man I really like these, especially the story and flow I the second poem/rap you wrote. It's plain to see like you said the influence of that rough time you went through, maybe because I went through something similar.

"Despite my age, I've walked down the six paths of the hermit sage,
Searching for the beast, lurking in the darkest of caves,
Prepared to enslave the monster with these bars as a cage,"

"I've incinerated his body, taken my trophy; his head,
You can see his gaze of dread as it hangs above my bed,
Streaks run down his face but these are tears of red."

These two parts gave me mad chills.