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Cynik, Part of C.Y. Crew. F*ck that band that has the Name Corrupted Youth.
The name is Cynik; what more can I say? Whatever, check out the music, and have fun...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,872
Peak in subgenre #4,774
Author
Cynik
Uploaded
June 29, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse #1:
My... Life... Has Changed...
It dont feel-the-same/
But its real in the field-and-game/
And its hurtin' like hell, to spill-the-pain/
Cause people come, and people-go/
Not knowing, when they leave it will eat-your-soul/
But it does... So at times I pray/
That just one of ya'll will decide to say/
Is it truly worth, having-a-skill?/
If you feel you belong up in Amity-ville/
'Cause without anyone to share-with/(wha'?)
You grow hopeless, lost, and care-less/(fuck)
But find yourself, and others will-too/
And some dont care, but others still-do/
So I take this pen, and I write-this-page/
Knowing damn well that my life-has-changed...
Chorus:
My life has changed...
It aint the same...
I dont know, what i'm s'pose to be/
'Cause i'm losin' everything close to me/
My everythang...
Just aint the same...
I dont know, where i'm headed now/
But i'm watchin it all twist around/
Verse #2:
Aint tryna quit, aint tryna-lose/
But somethin has got my mind-confused/
Insistin'-that-I, enlist-in-goodbye's/
Persist-to-just-die, ((i'm twisted inside))/
Pressure, will sure as hell test-your/
Will to believe and listen to lectures/
It seems your dreams, is hurtin'-ya-mother/
School is one thing, and work-is-another/
But Fuck this, ((better choose-your-path))/
Focus, ((get to movin'-fast))/
Distract your schwag with jet-lag, ((but-go))/
Pack a bag, and a mag, and (just-blow))/
Never look back while you're mobin'-dude/
Or else you'll return 'fore your job-is-through/
And though it aint the same, go and take-this-change/
Make the best out of it, then embrace-and-sing...
** Chorus **
Verse #3:
I hit 20 years old, but shit I miss-things/
'Cause I play a damn parent, more than a sibling/
And this-brings, out the worst-in-me/
Like the last 40 oz. to a thirsty-fiend/
Emersed-in-dreams, but aint given-a-chance/
Gotta help the fam thats been rippin'-my-ass/
Everytime I trip, or step outta-line/
They always talk shit, man, count-the-times.../
((That i've come to fall, but enough of ya'll))
I'm givin' up now, man, ((fuck it all))/
Yo its easy to lose, harder-to-win/
And i've failed before, but i'm starting-again/
A second chance, and a second-glance/
At my whole life, and my record-plans/
Got a Premium Blend, untill you see-me-again/
I'll let my life change and flow free-to-the-end...
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