Alomst Doesn't Count - The title says it all
Yo Am A Solo Artist, Write Ma Own track's and Make'n Some of ma own beats
I write with emotion, And spit about real thing's
that i have seen in life
Lyrics
[I][b]Verse 1 :[/b]
I’ve never seemed to fit in Around Most People
Been Lethal Seen Peaceful But yet Deceitful
People, Trying to Find there way threw
Acting Different cause they don’t know you
Don’t Know you Don’t Know Me
Don’t Own me – Not Holy, Not Souley
Found The Ground That They Walk On
Seen the thought’s And the Body’s They Talk On
And the Time Has Passed and the Time Has Grasped
Cause he who laugh’s he first never laugh’s last
Watch Time Pass, Watch the Cloud’s Float By
Watch the people Si , As they wonder why
Why thing’s happen, figure out the reason
Why There left Bleeding, Into next season
The Season of thought’s, The Season of riches
The Season Of Love, The Season of Wishes
[b]Hook : [/b]
I Don’t Need Lies Or Hate Because I’m Stuck with…… So Many f**king Problems
f**k everybody that wants to doubt us
f**k every body that’s shouted at us
Cause that’s the way We decide Our future
[b]Verse 2:[/b]
I murder any mic grip it tight like a death-wish
Cause what am blessed with is the best gift
The best Gift the incredible Devine rhyme
To pass time’s to the next Guy in line
With the Beat – So replace the tracks
Spread the thought But Respect the Fact’s
So I’ve turn a blind eye, and the thing’s I create
A Mass debate Of Life turning to fate
I try to choose A Path, begin to walk down
Speechless cause it feels like I can’t talk now
The vision’s of Places and seen new faces
Speak about Fact’s upon the same basis
Stuck with racists I can’t f**king believe it
I watched one of ma Mates Die, I don’t need it
Stung with anguish, To Know I can’t stand with
A B-Ball and a Black Guy that I Hang With
[b]Hook :[/b]
I Don’t Need Lies Or Hate Because I’m Stuck with…… So Many f**king Problems
f**k everybody that wants to doubt us
f**k every body that’s shouted at us
Cause that’s the way We decide Our future
[b]Verse 3 :[/b]
Does it really count When ya don’t go the full way
Does it really count when ya don’t say what ya gotta say
Because we all Know What Typa Stuff To Do
Almost Doesn’t count When Ya Don’t know you
Almost doesn’t count, When Ya Start to Predicit
All the typa s**t – ya don’t wanna deal with
The Figure of Speech, We create to Hold-Back
Almost doesn’t count Cause the deep hole’s black
So I Sit Back, Kick Back try To Understand
The Plans Of the Land held in Ma Hands
I’ve been Lost in the moss Left in the grass
Crashed Passed The Smashed Glass To Pass
But as A Speak, I feel nothing but grit
Scrapeing threw My Teeth, I’ve got no f**king Spirit
So “ Our farther Who’s Stuck In heaven”
Why Did U let My Action’s Speak Louder – “What Happened” ? [/i]
