Perspective Of An Hourglass
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Story behind the song
My Mindstate...
Lyrics
fear whats lethal... but ...you don't understand it...
that i cant seem to mange to wanna stay upon this planet...
an i dont condone... a slight glimpse of blasphemy...
because i tagically refuse to be another casualty...
marine shot... i bet the news aint show it...
still dont understand the reason for their views bein hopeless...
an when i look up to the cross an get lost in the thought...
that faiths all we got to makin sense of this god...
invade the rage in this world thats portrayed...
an since my fates swayed, ill invision my world to fade...
would he forgive cats armed wit gatz an pushin dope...
or shayne commitin suicide because he couldnt cope?...
so i keep my chin to the sky thinkin i'll be alright...
or drafted to iraq, wit a sniper rifle to fight?...
but i guess we'll never kno, at least until we see the light...
so we're stuck livin' in sin witout answers we need in life...
try to view from my perspective, let me hit that dro again...
f*** the color of my skin, it's what's written down wit this pen...
critical condition... all them dayz smokin' an wishin'...
to come to grips wit reality an hold my position...
lookin at the world arounds me as death unfolds...
strainin breath control, prayin to god cuz stress has rose...
dreams use a kind of essence, hit bottom make em' true...
as for success, that depends on the level you take it to...
human fact, friends may never be seen as posers..
but keep you friends an family close an your enemies even closer...
perspective of an hourglass... i hope these flowers last...
taken life witta grain of salt wit each every hour past...
laid to rest in the morgue, in a zipped-up sack...
im not gona lie, right now that's where i wanna be at...
breathin decreasin, leavin me countin my last...
might be quick, tears are flowin, but you know i'll get back...
does god remain ta laugh, has the devil engraved our path?...
thinkin of doin the world a favor an end it wit pistol blasts...
so lord im comin, prepare to meet up at your gates...
an then tell me face-to-face that my life's been a waste...
try to view from my perspective, let me hit that dro again...
f*** the color of my skin, it's what's written down wit this pen...
critical condition... all them dayz smokin' an wishin'...
to come to grips wit reality an hold my position...
this games frantic, tryin to make the pain vanish...
my life's filled to the brim wit broken tad bits of havoc...
i'll never face the end, i'm on a hopeless road...
seems like pettiest loads collapse both my levy an rope...
people display neglect, while i'm tryin ta gain respect...
im tryin ta help wit problems, but remain a pain in tha neck...
my breath pants quick, as i seem to test chances...
unknown of the outcome, yet unclear what the best stance is...
my homies wit one friend, never lonely again...
what do i got to teach this world wit, but only a pen...
since the beginnin' i've found ways to approach the end...
blood used as ink when i pour my heart out with this gin..
dazed an confused, thinkin' of the ways to make due...
you gotta full clip? point it my way... i'll take 2...
knowledge passed, a world wit men attatched to hatred...
drownin' under water wit no hope or chance to make it....
try to view from my perspective, let me hit that dro again...
f*** the color of my skin, it's what's written down wit this pen...
critical condition... all them dayz smokin' an wishin'...
to come to grips wit reality an hold my position...
