"Meaningless Defined"
By: Nash (First Half) & Baron P. Mortuus (Final)
her morning starts in mourning, no body knows why
but the whoring wife lies and sees why she cries
she breathes behind her eyes, exhausted and dry
knowing nothing but pain pry’s her veins back to size
"relax to realize" - a motto from a grandmother
and a woman's death plunders to save a mans mother
wondrous other worlds, hurled into unmarked wards
that less than nothing spark among a far away cord
and from the edge of a sword, to the trigger of a gun
the bigger stuff gets, the more we have the fun
"she has a son, and she's only sixteen - ONLY sixteen
and a fiend rings the neck of a dyslexic homely scream"
and this thing in the back of our minds is nothing
by no means am I bluffing ..we could care less
because we're careless under this skin like mesh
we detest anything worthless, and what's best -
is that the rest of the human problems are put to rest
we roll this drunken vinyl,
into one final muscle clinching breath -
Penny pinching with Hennessey lynching
Liquor drowning, a golden Nile inching
Ever closer, never a poser, come closer
To see me but don’t say I never told ya
I’m just a paper champion with a paper belt
A faux fur pelt shielding blows I never felt
Never dealt a critical card, always a shard
Of the big apple, the sidekick solemn bard
The arc which Joan used, abused & fused
Into a myth, Always the last to include
Then miss, Miss. Hillary Hilton the whore
Created VCDS, boot market released DVDS
Of her & me, a cameraman cleaning the floor
From after love intimacies & her obscenities
Only to be fired, tired; torn & ravenous to
Searching for food; mongrel searching in cue
All my life I saw myself in luxury, hoes & cars
Telling mysteries of receiving 9 bullet scars
Influence by the mainstream rap past its prime
Now just a low class champ, meaningless defined
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Originally Posted by It's Nash!
