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NiNjah 2
I touch keys w/ such ease painting fresh panorama
Dramatise raps; cats is trapped in the mist of karma
Born surely a mortal, but that’s just corporeal
Conflicting to spiritual & the ceaseless ethereal
Thoughts dangle… I view life from a twisted angle
This mystic tangle is something of a risk to handle
Gamble w/ death, dicing odds, GOD is mad at me
Tragedy seems to be part of my daily strategy
Piercing strings echo thru my earlobes annoyingly
Drinking in sin, blazed to brim, deny it’s destroying me
Still no grin graces my grim face most day’s at-least
Satan offers…
......things no strings, but I know he plays for keeps
Once people raise the beast, evil decays the peace
So many slaves sold cheap, so many graves dug deep
Even thugs weep occasional, that’s when shits serious
It’s furious, when flames spit heat gets delirious
Curious kittens be getting frazzled w/ shrapnel
Muffled rifles ricochet around homicidal rivals
Lights camera action–packed, catch the silver-screen debut
Treading hot steps thru hell, slapping devils on the way thru
Immortalize souls, searching high we visualize goals
& emphasize hopes, I lean on one of Zechariahs quotes…
There is a voice of the howling of the shepherds, for their glory is spoiled
A voice of the roaring of young lions, for the pride of Jordan is spoiled
Life’s cheap nowadays the only thing that’s important is oil
The melting-pot rages, the misled stays caught in its boil
Eating genetic groceries… chemical quirks hurting the soil
Dr Death stands on the scaffold waiting to tighten his coil
My neck aches in a noose, seduced by useless kicks & boosts
I simply rip abuse sick to the shoes, shady tricks -&- moves
Sometimes hit-the-roof, popping-off as if I got shit to prove
Many try talking in wisdom, & I mostly skip the truth
All for the rake of a half-baked perception w/o weight
Never in the right place, I doubt fate will be nice for my sake
Unless I raise a brand-new mind-set & persona
Until then I just keep fucking upsetting the karma…
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