ILLigitt
I'm a 19 year-old aspiring musician currently residing in Leavenworth, KS. I've been rapping since I was 13. I sucked at it until I was 14 and I've been good at it since I was 15. I've fucking ruled at it since I was 16 and I started getting better when I was 17. I became so amazing that I required a human sacrifice when I turned 18. I turned 19 and still have not received what is now my annual sacrifice, so now I refuse to keep making music until someone appeases me. My penis is several minutes long, and I am un-full of shit like you wouldn't believe.
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Story behind the song
Language perception affects worldview. Edit yours.
Lyrics
Sit back and indulge as I take you on a journey
Through the three separate stages of a universal term
That'll usually hurt and burn, whatever the mask
And the benevolents ask "why," let's take a look
Stage 1, the fairy tale depiction
Knights in shining armor, battling for honor
'Cause it takes conviction, physical bravery
Is the quality of choice to combat the binds
Of emotional slavery, insecurity
Can lead a man to accomplish unprecedented things
Adrenaline it brings, and it forces the warriors
To set aside any known sensitive beliefs
Honor grows adjacent to pride
But pride comes first through heredity of beefs
And eventually the two brothers are enemies
Turned against each other, by the sedentary greed
Before you know it, the attribute
Becomes so deeply embedded that you can't dispute
Or maybe it always has been, lying dormant
A man is defined by what he responds back to force with
And it's incredible, the differences you see
Exceed definition, no matter what you do
Your judgment is doomed to enhance all possible harm
In gross repetition...
Lay back and imagine, as we step through
To explore the next option on the menu
Wet-suit in-hand for when you catch the result
That identifies you in the face of the next use
Stage 2, meet Joe
A hopeless romantic, who doesn't like to fight
But does what he has to, and hopes he can hack it
Fulfills every promise he says he'll keep
Because his word is reflection of integrity
Though he's always lived life with the best intentions
And backs every movement with set discretion
He still moves along with misled direction
'Cause he tries to divide the world up in two sections
Black and white, good and evil
His traits like to stand out, but pride tries stupidest
Anxiety-filled, with bright-eyed foolishness
This naiievity troubles him seldom
'Cause he buys all the lies that the government tells him
But he's honest, and never tries to pretend
Plus he's loyal, he would die for his friends
Rise up and take notice, stagger and shift
All your views of the world as reality hits
Those with simple minds grow bitter and mad
Most are too shocked when these differences clash...
Stage 3, the love of his life
Together for seven years, the weather is better here
But they struggle and fight, & despite routine bickering
They love each other more than most couples could understand
This gave them more than double the upper-hand
But we got a problem, somebody's chasing her
Sending threatening letters, and he's got a bloody way with words
Joe snapped. Enraged at the message
As he breaks his dimension, reaches in his dresser
And pulls out the gun someone gave him for protection
Now he's filled with bitterness, about to commit
A guilty, masochistic act...born out of his innocence
He's shivering, heads out the back door
And sees his best friend running towards him
He's visibly upset, but Joe tries to ignore him
"Joe, she told me about the situation
And I can't let you do this. I won't hover over you
Or try to be intrusive, but I need to talk to you
Before you do something stupid.
This is wrong, you get me? Joe!
Turn around. Please? You're not even listening."
Joe slowly looked at him and told him:
"This man will try to hurt my family, and don't start
'Cause I'll do WHATEVER it takes. I got heart."
This time it was different, no rhyme or rhythm
His friend looked at him and said:
"Joe...Heart is required to save life; not take it away. Think about
that before you pull the trigger, thinking it'll prove you've 'got
heart.' Because Heart represents Compassion; not violence."
