Watch closely..a killa's eyes capture vanilla skies,
window's of ya soul closed by the fractured sill of lies,
We sat….still and sighed in relief yet I cried in my sleep,
when word of ya death was whispered thru the aisle of the beast.
You needed to find a new leaf to turn before dying at least,
but ya head was lyin' too deep, in the game to be pried from her teeth.
Blaming myself, or the system for leadin' ya mind astray
I was working 'round the clock, and couldn't give you the time of day
while wishin' to find a way to balance, our sands of the hourglass
Is it true that when April, showers pass you hear flowers laugh,
at the drops of rain, to stop the pain brought on by God's sour half?
The tower's crashed, but so did my soul, low and behold,
We're both dead as the seas walked by Jesus, wrote in the scrolls
I took the straight and narrow path, you've broken the mold
So it was told, I raised you better but you chose a new road
to follow…and I only see as far as dharma's revealin'
but you've done ya dirt, now ya gettin' bit by Karma's chameleon
On a two way street, both refusin' to open our eyes
still you're my reflection, the blue color of oceans and sky…..
caused by the sun, and ya earth orbits a motion of crime
quick stare at death..two images…both of 'em, mine.
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