once more, explaining,
knowing I'm not really raining
on this little mess,
but still, I'm only in training.
is it my intention to confuse?
I hope not! I'd like to amuse.
that's really my thing
because I can't sing.
it's a game without win or lose.
no commercials, and I like that fine.
by night or by day,
whenever I may,
but it's darkening parts of my mind.
the killers are many and bold,
from today back to days very old.
so, keep your head down,
when you're out on the town;
these people are all very cold...
part in the worlds rituals
Cant get ahead the struggle is unbelievable
Satanic worshiping being spewed by the masses
The industry is full of em
Thanking God for their talent(less) blasphemy
And you suckers just lemmings giving demons amnesty
Wake up Spread...
or callin on the phone askin for a couple bags she has no money so she lays on her back as her boyfriends oblivious to where she's really at gone all hours whether day or night askin where she's been is gonna start a fight lookin in your eyes knowin in your heart she's tellin u...
to sail my ship on your romance.
when it sprang a fatal leak,
you didn't wait for me to speak.
you just ran out the door without even a glance.
you claimed I was the face of doom,
staring down on every room.
you couldn't take it, so you said,
as you kicked me out of bed...
span time,travel in and out of space, esoteric mind inertwind with every organisem ever made, it never ends its a cycle when you die you will reach a higher stage,the universus ebb and flow,black holes devour and create, been trough hades met osiris, living virus prophecised by...
when I was locked up.. It's pretty ghetto lmao but y'All already know bout me.Group HomeTo another ******* treatment facilityA ****** way to live my lifefriend's house to friend's house -Losing the friend everytimekicked out of here,banned from there-getting stabbed on the...
such mania and drive
since my residence days, in nineteen sixty-five.
back then it was all broken heart;
this time it's a non-smoking start.
either way, it makes me feel more alive.
I wish I could turn it off and on;
it's something I can't depend upon.
but life just isn't like...
as I felt the might of bisons through me
And the ice in eyes when they try describe to me
Don't try to fight I'd like to rise I guess the sky looks roomy
I slice and dice my life like it's disguised haloumi
Truth will try but truth will frighten so lies are blooming
im an ill rhymer.youngster with an older mind i.let the beat run.then my flow is fluid.on my block i am the new kid.when i spit lyrics.people either are amazed or they call me weird and stupid.but i continue through it.coz its a gift i got.tha curse is the fact i never know when...
Life doesn't treat us all the same.
It's not a joke; it's not a game,
But still I'm happy that I came.
I tell my stories, laugh and flirt.
I listen to the tales of hurt,
The lives drawn harshly through the dirt.
Anonymous, they trust in me
To keep their secrets, hear...
spy you from a place where you do not know, everywhere you go I will follow, I'm super creepy and I only role solo, besides watching you I will also take your photos, if you look at me I will munch you like a taco, I wear shades all the time and I look like Johnny Bravo, if you...
"read our good book," some would say.
"elders," say some others,
"or perhaps just follow your mothers."
I say, "find some healthy play."
you can't just sit on your ***
and watch as the hours slowly pass.
it's not good for your body;
pretty soon you'll be noddy,
why not continue delaying
the inevitable end
of all you pretend
to those you don't think you're betraying?
they're not worried about you.
they have better things they can do,
like taking themselves
down from the shelves,
and shaking one off in the loo.
because it's being sold
by professionals who know all the tricks to take hold.
you don't see your money going out via plastic;
your funds look far too elastic.
my solution: go back to gold!
I'd like to know you hold my hand,
but I look out and see the sword
that rules this Promised Land.
I'd like to think you'll hold me, Lord;
I'd like to feel you stand with me,
but I look out and hear the Word
used as an enemy.
I'd like to know you have me, Lord,
And interrupted fish at school.
They turned their tails and swam away
To find another place to play.
The water rippled in its place,
But ripples leave without a trace.
The stone hits bottom, lying still,
As though it has some time to kill.
The fish return, retake the spot...
I rolled a fattie late last night
and then went looking for a light.
I looked in all the usual spots;
I looked and looked till I saw dots,
my lighters lost, my matches burned,
another lesson harshly learned.
but then a miracle occurred,
and I don't often use the word,
As I struggle with these drooping eyes.
The sun has sprung up without warning,
And taken me by dazzling surprise.
I hadn't quite realized the hour,
Though I knew it was getting quite late,
But the day, like an unfolding flower,
Bloomed forth and soon set me straight...