not what you expected..
the beat drowns out the silence,
sittin in my seat, downin my alliance
bitches all up in my finance,
while the devil all up in my right hand
so frightnin', indespite them
haters- i fight them, Cuzzins- i luv 'em
others, i say fucc 'em, during a flowin influction
ease memories of hard shit, not like this song could
a hostage in darkness, 'cuz its easy to do a wrong good.
.iight
if this title to yall, i offend in a way
im not sorry,
it adds to shit at the end of the day
its shit when ya boys start a free
'til i stop in a freeze frame along with my arteries
emotions catch up, til u glimse & caught a scene
which makes me want to have the labodamy
thoughts are thought as fickle figments,
riddled visions
so my eyes blurred during the pixels shiftin',
the ashy skies in an astoundin scale although
we know the skies were bluer, a thousand years ago..
fucc a future, we die, the end... no later than sooner
pollution from a voice sets standerds to fewer
but mother earth is a god dependin on how u view her
why dream clouds?..
when you wake a few feet above the sewers
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shit.. keep dreamin
and savour memories before you leave em
take with you, your angels and your demons
you dont need religeous ideas to deepin'
to know u were put here for a reason
steady seekin... then stained with a heavy treason
failed dealt to me by an answer dazed by my stealth
my life betrayed by myself....
wonderin when it'll be my turn in the urn
a bloomin darkness, yet im still a fern
this is titled shit, and i expect it in return...