Post by Vallus on Oct 30, 2005 16:55:42 GMT
A key on some strange mood I got since I came back.....
I'm inspired to spit game and preach,
Just tired of seein liars in all the dames I meet.
Brains to do it even with no stage or place to speak,
Cuz theres seeds seekin relation and findin fame is tainted with grief.
Have to do it becuz I might get high then tilt over the line playin the 'crete
And when I'm ridin switchin lanes deceased....
So yet the aim is brief, still enuf there though to make you cease.
Yea, although grippin grain's a mystery N keeps stayin the place to be,
Women are preordained as what's going hang you with fee's.
Adam and Eve, ended the sublime paradise fantasy,
Taken out the garden and no longer and artist but starving to breathe.
People stayin hatin me, tryin break these and make the steez,
Fade away or change into wut they think they payin to see.
The blame is the need, or maybe it's really the greed,
Either way it's steady slayin my peeps...
Waitin for weeks, to have time to come back and drop lines inna sheet,
Makin a piece, about how life's on sum triflin shit and I despise it with heat.
Shit is good, chips and wood then you fall off for a bit,
Gettin back to the hood then smokin up all ya profit'll hit.
Logic is missed, knowledge is then stopped for a clip,
You view it and see the ruthlessness in losin ya grip.
Feudin amidst, fam for havin a nonreasonable stance,
It's not feesible but still them feelings advance.
Damned plans, akward vantage points but workin with wut's given,
Life's a Bit Inconsiderate but I'm employin it with writtens.
By Thanksgivin, my thanks'll be givin but not enuf in the bank for spendin,
I'm to blame but hazed crusades are repeatedly my day's makeshift prison.
Stakes in women, the play still may be fumbled or ridden,
No way though is fate givin my plate a golden emblem.
Stowed in visions, ignored when hittin, but held for later use,
Stickin with what is givin without erasing and changin my views.
Makin due, with the words already typed....
Like makin proof with signs already in my sight.
Steady in the fight, but will I lose my head in sacrifice,
Or will I figure out goin after ice won't carry on to the afterlife.
I'm past my plight, and still feel the weight of carryin my cross,
Various losses and yet tryin stay afloat parryin above it all.....
I'm inspired to spit game and preach,
Just tired of seein liars in all the dames I meet.
Brains to do it even with no stage or place to speak,
Cuz theres seeds seekin relation and findin fame is tainted with grief.
Have to do it becuz I might get high then tilt over the line playin the 'crete
And when I'm ridin switchin lanes deceased....
So yet the aim is brief, still enuf there though to make you cease.
Yea, although grippin grain's a mystery N keeps stayin the place to be,
Women are preordained as what's going hang you with fee's.
Adam and Eve, ended the sublime paradise fantasy,
Taken out the garden and no longer and artist but starving to breathe.
People stayin hatin me, tryin break these and make the steez,
Fade away or change into wut they think they payin to see.
The blame is the need, or maybe it's really the greed,
Either way it's steady slayin my peeps...
Waitin for weeks, to have time to come back and drop lines inna sheet,
Makin a piece, about how life's on sum triflin shit and I despise it with heat.
Shit is good, chips and wood then you fall off for a bit,
Gettin back to the hood then smokin up all ya profit'll hit.
Logic is missed, knowledge is then stopped for a clip,
You view it and see the ruthlessness in losin ya grip.
Feudin amidst, fam for havin a nonreasonable stance,
It's not feesible but still them feelings advance.
Damned plans, akward vantage points but workin with wut's given,
Life's a Bit Inconsiderate but I'm employin it with writtens.
By Thanksgivin, my thanks'll be givin but not enuf in the bank for spendin,
I'm to blame but hazed crusades are repeatedly my day's makeshift prison.
Stakes in women, the play still may be fumbled or ridden,
No way though is fate givin my plate a golden emblem.
Stowed in visions, ignored when hittin, but held for later use,
Stickin with what is givin without erasing and changin my views.
Makin due, with the words already typed....
Like makin proof with signs already in my sight.
Steady in the fight, but will I lose my head in sacrifice,
Or will I figure out goin after ice won't carry on to the afterlife.
I'm past my plight, and still feel the weight of carryin my cross,
Various losses and yet tryin stay afloat parryin above it all.....
