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Sometimes, I just really wanna die, sometimes, I'm thankful to be alive, and//
Sometimes, I'm in the middle of this, strugglin', tryin' to keep each side from collidin'//
I can't seem to find a balance, which seems to create the sums of my fear//
Sometimes, when I feel a new beginnin' is within limits, the ends close, I can feel it comin', it's near//
I've never been afraid of death, but I do feel that I'm afraid to cease livin'//
And if you've ever felt like I feel now, then you know there's a complete difference//
I don't wanna answer a call, I just don't want any communication//
Life's infected me, and the people in it have neglected me, I'm without any immunization//
Sometimes, I feel small -- worthless, sometimes I feel what you might call purpose//
But I see the world for what it is, so I just have to try to break through the flawed surface//
They say when it rains it pours, and when it rains, the sun will follow//
So when it pours, the shine electrifies, I just hope you got your bottles//
Catch any lightning you can, storm clouds bring a silver lining//
Rain feeds the seeds and greens, just because a flower wilts, doesn't mean it's dying//
I try to remain optimistic, with or without a pot to pissin'//
Cause life has a rhythm that you can only dance to if you stop and listen//
Hard to follow a guy like this
but nerd rage go pump your fist
like bad weather I make you stay inside
so little kids go play and hide
killing people off of the top
hit you over the head with a bag of rock
i'll rob you in a crowded bar
come back next week and jack your car
Sometimes a smile is real, sometimes a smile's a mask//
There really ain't in between, the two don't mix like styles that clash//
Like clash of the titans, the path of the righteous, to the average life, it's//
Those livin' with the wisdom to tell the difference and those lackin' who write this//
I am, I am so lost and confused, pain and pleasure can't be so often infused//
Then this must all be a ruse, as the one's I love leave me often abused//
Sure, I'm a dealin' with a little bit of hate, and I'm dealin' with a little bit of love//
Sometimes, I figured it would be great, if I dealt with only one of the above//
But life is a race that you really can't win, as the end continues to move//
The best you can hope for is to finish on time, even though it's in you to lose//
No, this ain't a relay, this ain't a sprint, it's a marathon, You can bet that//
Sometimes it ain't fair, but you better be prepared, better get ya track shoes and sweat bands//
I needa get through the cries, gettin' help with a little heap of laughs//
But shit, just between you and I, I always wonder if the giggling will last//
Father gave me a hard head, mother made me strong-willed, and it seems//
I'm stubborn enough to ignore the demons I feel in my dreams, that I feel in my dreams//
Ageless, spaceless, I've been through several different layers//
Livin' beyond crucifixions of Jewish and Christian saviors//
I constructed the cross, I embedded the shaft//
I hammered the nails, I accepted the wrath//
I've been through Aztec sacrifices, I've collected the heads//
I've savagely massacred families as their brethren have bled//
I've seen villages ravished, trying to establish a tribe//
I was there on haunting ships, when the Spanish arrived//
I've seen Egyptian pyramids built with the hands of a slave//
And slave masters murder workers, stick a man in a grave//
I've seen climate change bring the end of a mammal//
And I'll be here when your environment ends up in shambles//
a ghost im coastin unoticed/
yet im remotely close to focus/
im seen but looked past as fast/
as a scene of a crash and dash/
i hit the wall leaving holes/
scars indicate a bleeding soul/
im rootless, but ruthless in rhyme/
i pursuit it, but truth is im fine/
been forced to fend for myself/
no source for strength, its impelled/
no pack but i prowl with power/
this lone wolf howls louder/
a hunter cant force to ignore/
got a hunger for a lil more/
constantly roam, seeking a home/
alone, sleeping in places unkown/
have a restful sleep..., i dont/
the lack of, keeps me prone/
lost on the road hitchhiking/
fuck it, im biking/
expect myself to do it right/
no nothing, so i dealt tonight/
Half man, half tree, half Neck, half V...
But that last thing you'll see, is a silhouette of me...
Running through your yard with a great big smile...
Dig a hole in the dirt, just to hide for a while...
Planting the seed, but the seed is me...
Drink a little water and I'll grow real big...
Because when I was a kid, I had a dream I grew tall...
Faced the opposition and looked down at them all...
Lookin' for the keys to success, must be lost in the couch//
Maybe that's for the best, maybe I'd be gettin' lost with the route//
Tryna go with no anti-lock brakes, no seat belt, one hand on the wheel//
One hand on the shift, foot pushin' the gas, listen to the tires peel//
Speedin' out of the smoke and dust, what a muthafuckin' rush//
Never lookin' back in my rear view, foot barely keepin' up with the rusted clutch//
Tank is half empty, half full, depending on perspective//
Oil light flashing, no time for me to get it inspected//
Sometimes it rains on these roads, sometimes it's sunny with a breeze//
Sometimes it's freezin', sometimes it feels like 1-20 degrees//
Well over the limit, never carin' bout a ticket, no stressin' any cops, fuck an interference//
I don't see no sirens, certainly don't hear it//
I gotta be gone, see you soon, hopefully not//
Speedin' outta town, no slow motion or stops//
Everything I've seen is done, livin' on the run, nothin' but chasin' a dream//
Blinders for the shine, and for darkness, got the beams//..and I'm gone
It's cold in here, her eye's set the mode
I'm mad, but you the one with attitude
The text you send, I know you aint went to grammar school
Watch your grammar you, before I grammar you!
One life, many deaths, the experience of a coward//
No room to evolve, like the pyramids to a tower//
Those fearin' this get devoured, this spirit will live with ours//
These minutes spin into hours, you feel it? this is the power//
I am the blood of the Mayans, who have studied the science//
With non-budging defiance, under insufferable tyrants//
I am the passion of Aztecs, angered like the clashing of Catholics//
And Protestants in Ireland, hampered by Anglican fascists//
Forward thinkin' brings heavy reign, my clouds are pourin'//
While most stay lost, like the origins of the Shroud of Turin//
Work ya hands to a callous, from a shaq or a palace//
Business and pleasure, man is measured by how he handles the balance//
Never lose ya ethics, so carefully choose ya methods//
Use ya head, this is far more than simply who's ahead, it's//
Winnings and gains, compared to losses and debt//
This is either acceptin' defeat, or dissolvin' a threat//
ah a freestyle havent dont this thing in a while
but mystyle is fresh plst my flows like the nile
and im great witht his mic and i can rime for days
your style fades and im vile and money pile stays
my bucks never leave and my rime keeps it coming
getting paid for something i love now isnt that something
Im spittin this shit with no prewriting involved
me fighting is solved by a knockout right to your jaw
You're teeth go flyin for a mile, in a coma for awhile
If you wanna be fly, pray full body casts come in style
Im the master at vile spittin, and splittin bitches wigs
Itchin to dig your grave after I snap you in half like a twig
You think you can scrap? I'll choke ya like its MMA time
Cuz only time you been near an octagon is sittin at stopsigns
Im spittin this shit with no prewriting involved
me fighting is solved by a knockout right to your jaw
You're teeth go flyin for a mile, in a coma for awhile
If you wanna be fly, pray full body casts come in style
Im the master at vile spittin, and splittin bitches wigs
Itchin to dig your grave after I snap you in half like a twig
You think you can scrap? I'll choke ya like its MMA time
Cuz only time you been near an octagon is sittin at stopsigns
Tammy, not so happy, crappy livin', dead beat daddy//
Lil' Tammy lost her mammy, so she livin' with gramps and granny//
Tammy wants a man, but only runs with little boys//
Hopin' their silly little noise is able to fill a void//
Cries at night, tired of life, different drugs won't hide it right//
But she keeps sniffin', smokin', hittin', tokin', she'll even try it twice//
These are the days of her life, she's lookin' for her guiding light//
And with all that drama, she's just lookin' for a game, so long as the price is right//
Friday night, that's her vice, blinded by the flashing lights//
Granny once told Tammy it's a good idea to ignore the bad advice//
But she's in a different zone, sits in her home, flips through her phone//
Lookin' for Mr. Right for the night, just so long as she isn't alone//
Different dudes, black or white, no interludes on average nights//
In the nude, as you tend to do with mixed reviews, some bad, some nice//
Rolls with a crew of mostly the same, misery attracts it's type//
Sex, drugs, though totally insane, they treat this like passage rights//
Rabid nights, done easily it seems to be, til she's in need//
And she looks 'round, no one to be found, and everything from her passed ignites//
It burns and it burns, she fuels the fire with kerosene that matches light//
Cause 3rd degree leaves her at ease, and her at ease is worth sacrifice//