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The Unread Writings
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thoughts that appear when one is wondering what he is worth of. the whole world is a big theatre, and what goes on is a mere drama. written on his mind and thus were unread... Anno Domino Beats
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Yubraj
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Yubraj
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June 02, 2006
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MP3 3.2 MB, 128 kbps, 2:21
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The Unread Writings I lost the race, console me with a hug and a handshake but the scar is permanent, and the wound already hurt my damn chest I slammed best but they fooled me, I fell for the mouse trap I lit a fire on my home but your callous friends doused that and how's that? are you kidding? I've been living in dark since then I jerked my pen hard and left my note pad with ink stains I scribbled real hard only to make my words dirty I've hidden my real face, they don't find me trustworthy they wanna kick my ass, they only waitin' for a perfect chance cause I'm that wack-ass tryin' to move the crowd with a worthless dance they don't wanna follow my lead, I only end up falling in a ditch I have a rock-hard penis, how come they're calling me a bitch I should've born an alien with an extraterrestrial cranium they wanna dispose of my soul just cause I'm a homo sapien all I ask you is to take me to your den, so I can feel safe I split your chest open and found a heart, how come you still hate? so the fact is, you'll kill me after you take me to ya hide-out and I feel the urge to stop you, but I'm afraid that you might shout and it makes me run away, until I realize I lost my breath we can be partners in life, but can you stand the loss I make? I'm trippin' you cats, spittin' this mad, cause it takes more than your intelligent brains to fathom the depths I dig in my raps I'll carry the cross, tell me the joke, I wouldn't laugh again crucify me in Palestine and bury me right in front of the Vatican I used to grab the mic and sing the song composed of lies I went deep under the surface when I was supposed to rise the jokes of life are on me, so I see them burst into laughter I was the twisted slave that cunnigly murdered the master words of the pastor didn't move me, I don't know what a church is like something keeps me wonderin when religious verses strike I was raised in a basement where they practiced black magic so when I first heard about God, I couldn't help but laugh at it I put my filthy soul on sale without a damned price tag I thought I was wicked until someone said, "hey you're a nice cat!" surprised mad, now people take me as nothing but a dumb fuck who jumps to catch what he can't reach, they wish that I had some luck yeah, I know your mind is tellin' you to swear at me so you shout, "FUCK YOU!", and the voice penetrated my ears badly I hate you equally, so you better hide inside your home next time I see you in my show, I'll smash your nose with the microphone while your egocentric pals and you battle over who could rhyme best I sit and paint my mindstate dark, just to shine less this world's a theatre, we're the actors but I don't play the lead role I used to watch'em perform, but someone blocked the peep hole now the play is half way through, I feel like I'm not a part of it I tried playin' a champion but just couldn't master the art of it I looked up, told the director, the story might be wrong he said ,"no, you're the misfit, you can go now, your life is done!" this is a jungle, I get outta my cave on a sunny day and I sit on the carpet of green grass and watch the monkeys play a race for survival, I pull your legs and go ahead love none and hate all, you better kill them or you're dead I hate the world to a big degree cause I'm abandoned its a quest to find nothing, I spit on the same ground that I stand on I watched them carry the cross with a bit of dumb cursin' they should have given it a second thought, they crucified the wrong person check my heart beat, stare into my eyes and analyse my looks you never read the pages, you only checked the cover of the book the writings on the wall is worthless, can't read between the lines my hill-top is not far, but I slid downwards as I begin to climb I'm a convicted promise-breaker, so God kept me under surveillance my wounds are healed, but the scars seem to be permanent
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