Restricted:
"Good is an expression but true evil breeds from within.."
"Concrete pathways paved gateways to a sealevel hell
This governments the devil and this city's the cell
Patronage is hatred when political funds raise to fail
Stuck in a cival debt under the vision of cynical bail
Mechanics of trust, religions of caults race ridden
Behind this black wall of a heart stays my face hidden
Its..
A soul blessed transversed to an undersieged stress
Hate is love as love hates my currently seized mess
I pray in faith as these words bleed through my veins
Forgivness to be given written in a murderous range
Gave death as death took in the same versatile phase
Raped the life of youth through this druged up maze
I'm..
Disrupted in pain vivid spinal liquid injected in vane
A crazed rage that erased the neurons through thy brain
Memory stains..of sedated hated visions engraved
An addiction of slated depictions sectionly enslaved
In..
Permanetly deprived minds revived times long ago
That rewinds intwined fine finds of this devine rogue
The blind, open and exposed..irrelevant slavesmenship
So how can I love?When those loved enstrange this shit
Constance:
”Shit I lived life from both ends of the pipe”
Ripe crystal rock cooked powder coke placed
in my pipe, it's time for me to kiss under
the mistletoe. I glared at the graffiti'd
wall, mesmerized by contaminating smoke
welcoming came inside my body, to converse
with my soul and spirit. Proposition was
to possess all of my character and moral values
that came close or near it. [I couldn't possibly
pass this up] With hostility I craved a rush
It couldn't be touched nor described and
a vibe beyond normal human comprehension,
not to mention the craving for this drug has
such a euphoric possession. It goes past
boundaries set by the natural laws for living.
I’m living free forever while being in complete
contrast with each other euphoria or possession.
Aggregation of anxiety during the chase With
out pace just to get just a small piece of crack?
Dam that’s whack!, yet it's so insane and so intense.
Followed by immense pain and depression hollowed
so deep, famo even you could kill! still I know
of not one treatment center, pill or method of
help for an addict inflicted with this addiction.
Under constriction I bare a burden so bold and
heavy only the lord can carry. I refuse to be the
new and alternative or out of the ordinary go
against the conventional insurance backed
facilities that depend on failure to overcome
the blues from this blackened substance that
blood run deep like envy, yet In the end G I'm
just another product of the enemy
Lost Souls...