morbid raw RAPhop, reality checked, irish motherfucker with an imagineation,..and an opinion, my hate shows all in every song.,...,
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wut up My names Jaymes, but go by 0utsyder when rappin and rhymeing,..i live in Cork City, in ireland,..
,..my hip hop is horrorcore hip hop, inspired by such bands as ICP,Twiztid,Ill Bill,Non Phixion, Mr Hyde, Q strange, and Necro,..,
i record whenever i can. any Mc's out their who wanna chat, exchange opinions, teKniques, or rhymes,then id lvoe to chat, id like to do some music wit other Mc's so if your feelin my shiy, hit me up, ,well thats it,...i have MSN if anyone cares to chat...peace,
Lyrics
it all becomes so clear,
looking from this side of the fear,,
looking at the faces of my peers, eyes welling with tears,
its been coming for years, since the dawn of time,
and we're all standing alone, ignoreing all of the signs,
all of us blind, trapped in a rutine,
the day to day life, of the average human being,
am i the only human seeing, the dangers of tomorrow night,
another 9/11, has me scared to book another flight,
maybe the next fight, will have me seein the bright light,
dead relatives smiling at me from the afterlife,
but after tonight, ill be blessed with another day,
and all i can do is pray the darkness away,
and wake up, looking back on today, with a memory,
trying to remember, the way life used to be,
the things that I used to see, gone like a honey bee,
and now all I hear is rain and the voices that haunt me,
my thoughts have me petrified,
laying in my bed at night,
alone in the darkness, lost without my sense of sight,
trying to make sense of whats right and what is wrong,
as I sit here pouring my pain into this song,
im used to be strong, now I work with what I got,
im trying to make some cash, but I just smoke, all that ive got,
im broke from all this pot, but it helps to numb the pain,
it helps me to refrain, from packing up and going insane,
it helps me to place blame, in everything and everyone,
it helps me to maintain, the stress that’s heavy as a ton,
its better than a gun, cause it busys my fingers,
and helps me get through the bullshit and the pain when it lingers,
I have one after dinner, and six before I go to bed,
I have one in the morning, and another just to clear my head,
then my hunger is fed, i can get on with my day,
but sometimes i hold my breathe, and wish it away,
its like i wished it would stay, but now im filled up my memory,
and one by one, i replace all my friends with enemies,
all my dreams, replaced by fantasy's, nothing is how it used to be,
i see nothing the way i used to see, this monsters taking over me,
i feel a change coming on, im not the man i used to be,
battleing with murderous thoughts, invading my dreams,
like the fabric of my life is being torn at the seems,
its killing my self esteem, its fucking killing my dreams
everyday it gets worse,
waking up in cold sweats, i feel like im cursed,
i just live for the verse, im sick, i need a nurse,
my mind is so crowded it feels like its gunna burst,
dreams of waking up in a hearse, on the way to my funeral,
to be buried alive, these dreams are cruel and unusual,
maybe im just full of hatred for everything around me,
maybe im just sick of the problems that surround me,
