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ITS ETERNAL
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Eternal
Lyrics
Hook-
Can you see threw the eyes of this child?
Can you hear music cry or view it smile?
Can you look at life in his perspective?
Did you ever think twice about his rejection?
Can you see threw the eyes of this child?
Can you hear music cry or view it smile?
Now he’s neglected, now his life is hated,
Now he’s isolated, now he’s disconnected,
The shallow kid walking around with his sagging pants,
Always fallings in and out of the tragic trance,
His jagged stance, would fall apart if he didn’t have his mans,
Bitching to his parents about how they don’t give rap a chance,
Floor squeaking walls cracked with grungy boards,
Lives being put on the “line” like a bungee cord,
So different from his family, it’s like he was adopted,
But he’s got no option, to stop this dropping,
Hook
Sometimes he feels that he’s the king on top,
Other times he feels raps the only thing he’s got,
This rap music is what he can relate to,
That he uses it to calm down and escape too,
Tries to breathe in the good and exhale the bad,
The next male gone bad, from a test failed, its sad
That all this shit comes down to winning or loosing,
Sitting and choosing, your life but thinking’s confusing
Hook
Looked at like a hooked rat on drugs,
But he took that and stuck that in the mud,
Kept on going on with his best effort,
And will get to the top because he will rest never,
And now the people know what music can do,
It can turn the smartest kids to stupid and rude,
Or it can be a guild or an alternative to death,
So do you still think he’s a nuisance or are you learning it’s the rest?
He’s not sure if he’s gonna have a bad or a fine life,
Blank stares in to the sky night, way beyond the twilight,
He would be falling down but he’s too secure,
He should be ballin now but he’s immature,
Tried to express feelings he can’t explain,
Tired of the stress sealing all his pain,
His destination, is not to rest elation,
But to bless the nation, with his desperation,
Hook
