a song im workin on havnt finished the second verse or third... but the hook inspired me to write this piece... just waitin for my genius productor to finish some percusion for this...
in the wakes of waking, soul taking, shaking nerves, disturbed and urb braking...
bottoms tollerance... dollar mints that follow pints, booze and spliffs reason i havent scholared since..
father hints my failure, livin dreams through a son he couldnt tailor..
drowning in the sorrows of self, im no sailor...
alotta these cats lives are short stories or film trailors...
its that real, when the gats peel...stay low under the gun smoke, when the flame escapes the black steel...
this revolutions no peacful demonstration, youll feel my justice like a diesel penitration...reason law suffers sleep depravation....
countin black sheeps, attack steep, enough to avalanche your calvary branch in flacs deep...
thats why a smiles worth a thousand words, dont see it often.. but when you do it crushes like a thousand heards,
lifes hard when every days a new jepordy, couldnt relate it never rains in hills beverly...
here comes the pain... i feel it daily like the nation of isrealis somthin baileys gonna have to cure vien...
save mes somthin pondered constant, i would end my self if i wasnt god sent..
but where are you when times expect it, in a world what matters most is be respected, some people swallow pride only for the rights to be protected,
obide laws that still cant be perfected...
thats why a smiles worth a thousand words, dont see it often but when you do it crushes like a thousand heards...
lifes hard when every days a new jepordy, couldnt relate it never rains in hills beverly...