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shoadows of my past
it's so hard to live right and so easy to live wrong
my money to short and the day is long
how can I sit n pray n hope dat sumtin come
i can't sit on my knees I got mouths to feed
gotta make it my babies dey need me
how can I see god in da belly of da beast
now i'm not against god
im just tryin to survive
heavin is in da afterlife n right now i'm alive
I don't like da way I live but f0ck i'm on da grind
ina race against time and mines tickin away
why worry about tommoro n i'm livin today
its enough for me to see another sun raise
i'ma simple dude without much to lose
never let the world turn 5hit i'm tryin make it move
n/t the homeless man dat ask for change
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ay yo....
A quite night on the streets, echoes a gun fight,
A shy kidd on the street, reflects on my own life,
so out of respects, I'll drop him a gold light,
ask about home life, and is it possible,
to reform to his born rights?.....
deformed sight, is his deranged view of actuality,
a prison faculty, all he knows is 'no', and a beat mentality,
was it his fault? or did it start with the home that he grew up in?
was it continuity of abuse, that threw him to the ruff-end....
or possibly the use of drugs, causin him slack,
but forget all that, cuz thats the past, if we think about now,
how long will it last?.....
the change that I just passed his way, one day?
or saved for a rainy one, son that choice coulda gave'm one,
a chance, a choice, another direction, or possibly, just a mental erection....
cuz he's gettin high for the day, he's just saved up enough,
to pay off his last cuff, but the next might be his last one,
so it's a tough decision, if I ever did have one....
the opportunity to live, starts with a stumping decision to give,
but the irony is, it might be insidem to live,
and by trying to save his life, I've paid'm to die....
but either way the incision was made, now it's his turn,
to look from the sky....
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yo that was longer than some of my reports I've wrote for school, definately more mentality behind it too... next topic... crooked cops, or global morals....
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Pass me the paper that you cut off trees
The world shall be happy when the blind man sees
Blood on my knees, just slaughteredd another
For my younger brothers feast cooked by our mother
What do i care for the world i crush the corals
I'm a good man becuase i follow the global morals
N/T: Piano on the porch
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Piano on the porch painting the backdrop of remorse
note by note it rips me apart as i made killing a art
Hard to have remorse as stressed due to courts
Isolated music for a isolated soul just figure it when i am too old
what goes around comes around just as i thought
echos of shells hit the piano on the porch
hitman screamed murder with no sign of remorse
this is the last song i will ever hear from the piano on the porch
N/T: the hit
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he lays on the ground
ponderous, yet gragile with a single touch to prowl
"Target eliminated sir"
the assassin walks calmly as the victim rest assure
Tires squill and peal out
The grin equipped on the face with no careness in about.
lady walks dear, across the street with a kid
car rams with no sense to stop, he's still equiped with a grin
the grin was perfect, the grin seemed to fit
a laugh came after, as he pulled off the president hit
The shadow of light
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light shows everything we know by sight,
it's the symbol of every emotion, but also of life,
and the connection can be made, to link it to death,
cuz lack of the shit, makes for plain darkness,
before it symbols another life, this shadow of light,
let me inform you, of the one out of our sight,
the one scourin me, to strap this gun to my shin,
the shadow on the inside, powerin 'sin',
promoting the levels of evil within,
showerin pride, devils cast a shadow that devours your mind,
it's called your conscience, and god gives you one too,
not speakin religion, just what I think is true,
so follow yours, be it your soul or your mind,
but if you follow the devil, keep it confined.....
that was a hard one.. had to dig deep for that... ok so heres an e-z one....
n/t survival
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These niggaz alwayz ask me how i sleep at night
Good, wit a 45 in my desk to the right
these niggaz aint hard just wanna make money n hide
cuz even the hardest g got the will to survive
but i still believe in capitol punishment
so if you see a SNITCH, make sure that you punish him
The drop
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my drop has no stop, it's like a bottemless pit,
like the universe in check, conected and spins,
theories detect, serious problems within, our world,
wouldn't be able to solve'm, with a sherlock wind,
we need a jonny cochrin platonic plate,
beneathe the states, to defend it from the coming of bombs,
cuz like i said when my drop comes, it's coming non-stop....
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hmmm that was a lil short... wits compensated :P.... n/t cops framing in affiliation with gangs....
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(topic: not specific)
some people call me queer they say my flow isn't clear
they don't understand my strucure or why I want to be here
but I just keep rappin even when no one's hands are clappin
hey in the future who knows what could happen
maybe someday I'll have a whole album people want to get
or maybe I'll still be here being dissed and makin shit
workin for minimum wage wishin I was a younger age
and wishin that their could have jsut been more days
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Tired? Why not...
I better start this shit right now, 'cause I can feel my eyes droopin', and--
Pow! Too late, into the dreamscape where my rhymes aren't cooped in...
To a structure, or a line frame, time limit or other shit I need to win,
I'm Whiplash, bad for ya neck 'cause I spit victory so fast it'll make ya head spin,
I can feel the rhythm in my sleep, and damn it really hits ya,
If I could remember all that shit, I would be spittin' heavenly scripture,
But it ain't no biblical heaven, dog, full o' the goody-goodies all dressed in white,
It'll be my everlasting paradise, listenin' to shit and doin' chicks that tight.
But even the best needa get some rest, and I've got form I intend on keepin',
So no more stress and no more pests, hang up the sign, "DO NOT DISTURB, MOTHERFUCKER. I'M SLEEPIN'."
Probably doesn't sound as good as I see it, but the topic was fuckin' accurate.
Next Topic: Timelessness.
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timelessness... just for shits, lets see how fast I can produce this....
12:15, in beteewn this topical cypher, I'm stuck and can't get my life together,
it's a timeless event, re-occuring again, everytime I come around it seems like heaven sent, but I haven't really seen it yet, beatin red, by the 'tired scripture' playin through my head, it never stops, just continues and aggrivates, like the ticking of a clock, it's non-sense, cuz when I've had enough, I just smash the fucker to peices of gears and stuff, so fuck timeless, but if your talkin duration, I've got time on my side, yo I'm swayin the nation, fuck racists, fuck facists, fuck all places who place the same names on different shit, it's called stereotyping, and I'm typing to win against it, so just face it, listen when I spray this, time is only measured by sense, keep time in your head, and we don't gotta abide by it.... 12:18
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