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Peak #1,082
Peak in subgenre #578
Author
SpiT DaRtZ
Rights
word
Uploaded
May 16, 2007
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:32
Lyrics
the roots are deep.. but sometimes i refuse to speak- amused?-the least, cuz even the strongest hearts are weak… but never the first to bleed- iv'e serched for creed… and found nothing less then a purse of greed- 2 unwilling parents who wouldn't nurse they're seed, no church...just streets
this is were i rest at?- no let backs, my souls pure but my heart is jet black- a folk lore is a frail fact, an open ocean but nowere to sail at?- a rich grins a stale laugh, im carried in sin from a pale past- inherit the pen in hells grasp, from then...i spell raps- fuck a july top ten, those i excell pass,
a smart remark from a heart thats scared- i could walk ahundred yards and styll be cought in the dark- wit the mind of a bullet, just lost in its spark!~ my lines are the truest, you'll are just the margin i cross-
these feelings mix, theres no healing slit wrists- in time theres suicide, but whos gonna fear the shit?- or what peers actually gonna shed tears for it?, a clear warrent- im aressted in the chorus, locked behind the bars you'll seek as mere portions- i dont cheer abortion, it's just a fucked up life seein kids live as orphans-
iv'e pictured death, jus not on portraits...it scars my mind- i'd rather be buried, tossed in pine..then see the future wit my childs fate lost in time-
there's no demon in me, just hate released instantly- you'll think you can fracture spit?..when your not even a tenth of me?- it makes me laugh..stake ya claim- i could brake ya brain in more ways then I have in the past
it numbs my thoughts, so fuck the small talk..lifes a holocuast that none fought- yet im supposed to follow a path a nun walks?- my breath would scream if my lungs talked..
so case closed- a caged rose, who faced prose wit a snakes pose- but dreams get glazed over wit a caked nose-iv'e delayed hope..
i bet anon can relate...a world full of hate that a con creates- when court dates box in dreams drugs can seperate..we all ate the same, i demand a seperate plate- my temper inflates to levels thermastats would break..
i starve for revenge- stab hearts wit penz alone in tha dark wit sin were do i start or begin?- my concious is lost- robbed and tossed to angry mobs and cops god'll know when this'll stop-
my soul drops-
my fate surrounds me- heavens gates is wat im bound to see..
dround in grief from bakstabers pationately bounce out cowardly- hate amounts hourly to the average mentality-
its like i carry weights at feet massively, cuz me myself is bringin me down- knowledge sinkz-in but how?..this shit eats at me- constently pulls me down-
gangster talk rules my mouth- should i tap out or abuse the count- amuse the crowd wit ruthless amounts? fawk it i might as'well lose this round-
accuse the things i surround but that sht dont help- beat myself to welpz cuz lack of wealth..i might as well- put my own life on the shelf- upset and mad at my'self ..
death lerks daily- im handicap wit no railing..sumtimes i wish i was christ and they nailed me!- lost in deep seas sailing fawk school even in life im failing!!- iv'e lost all caring ..the pain? im barely baring-
this shitz gettin scary- slit wrist and my own gift im tearing-
theres no comparing....
a demon brews within me- a brutal symphoney of how much pain sooths my penz breed you cant amend me..just defend me when my honor bleedz..
Life is hard- its not possed to be easy, but why does god make it so hard for his sons to eat?..
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