Lyrics
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prophesor phree
phree'd mind productins
yo
cant deal with things, this life is making me,
cant deal with things, these words are breakin me,
cant deal with things, this life is making me,
cant deal with things, these words are breakin me,
within an inch of my life, i've defeated myself, none other than the king, in my own personal hell,./ i cant surive, due to the fact that i'm killin me, i've done it all, but still nobody seems to be feelin me, what do i do, fire blood sweat and tears over the years caused my fears to engulf my sanity,. sometimes i feel my mind slipping, into a sea of profanity., i just want to let it go, and murder humanity,. about the vanity, mainstream grips my throat and makes me, beleive the unseen and wanna forget my dreams, the raw talent, kept my lungs drawin breath, steps away from death, contemplatin what i got left,. the air is cold, and the walls hardened concrete, it makes me, envision tragic rhyme schemes in my sleep,. words stain the walls, but my eyes cant make them out, it all explains, what my dreams are all about.
i know that i cannot make it, this dreams mine i have to take it, but if i find out the truth, was my life just waisted youth,i know that i cannot live, the block i have on dreams must give, i have to feel the warmth again, i will not give up untill the end, i know that i cannot make it, this dreams mine i have to take it, but if i find out the truth, was my life just waisted youth
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you just dont understand, how i can dream so deep, i have such high expectations, i dont even dream in my sleep, fear the forgotten factor, wont remember when i wake up, only parts burned into my brain, the rest i'll have to make up.
did this really happen, are my 15 up already? havent been awake long enough, to keep my mind steady, i recap all the events, on a large span timeline, and i flood my memory with everything in rewind. over and over, i check out every single frame, with a magnifying glass, looking for shreds of fame, my name grows larger, with everything i hear bout this game, playing bad guys and pawns, everything remains the same, i'm not the one to blame, monotonous encounters, are what makes mainstream plain, and most rappers vain, complainin about piracy, cd prices are insane, lower the cut, and make ur cd worth playin, i've reached the end of my rope, and i noticed it's only the beginning. in the battle of real and fantasy, still no idea who's winning, as i sleep with my eyes open, all of life runs together, i fear i'll be fighting in this struggle forever
i know that i cannot make it, this dreams mine i have to take it, but if i find out the truth, was my life just waisted youth,i know that i cannot live, the block i have on dreams must give, i have to feel the warmth again, i will not give up untill the end, i know that i cannot make it, this dreams mine i have to take it, but if i find out the truth, was my life just waisted youth
i know that i cannot live, the block i have on dreams must give, i have to feel the warmth again, i will not give up untill the end
