Collaboration between ReaL Tru (Ex-HD femcee) and Evil-00-Shun (insane limey). Order is: 1) Evil-00-Shun; 2) ReAL Tru; 3) Evil-00-Shun. This will be on my CD. Beat by Actual.
ReAL Tru -- http://www.soundclick.com/realtru
Reborn @ http://www.soundclick.com/evilooshun
Relocated to
Lyrics
[verse 1; Evil]
I've faced death, on too many occasions,
receiving abbrasions, with a blatent
disregard for safety, I remained complacent
My mindstate adjacent to the sanity I lost
years ago/ Gears locked, I couldn't stop
myself, I felt on top!/ It soon fell from grip
and the shit, hit the fan/ this was unplanned
Suffer at my own hands, fall to the feet of man/
I kneel down, touch my forehead to stone
and bow-to-clones, speak using coward-tones
People I thought I could trust, now-are-foes/
We used to joke about until the cows-come-home
But I failed-us-both/ no hope for a stable-
life-now, Pinnochio syndrome, increased my Nasal-
height-now/ I would like to apologise-now
for lying, cheating and smuggling your lines-out
[verse 2; ReaL Tru]
So many ways to turn but I focus my concern/
On any and everything that I yearn I never learn/
How to earn my way by never quitting/
But im still here sitting/
Just Living in pain-Its all the same/
Running games everyday without shame/
But every night I strain-change my life in my 7 hour dreams/
But when i wake up-Im still showered with same ole' scheme/
Im never getting better-Moving like molasses/
Tryna figure how the past is-Running the future as I breathe/
Ill never leave-My mind,I always said that/
Picking up a new characteristic every minute/
Not sticking wit it and going balistic when im in it/
I cant seaze the moment-cuz i hold it/
Console it like im bout to roll it/
Its complicated the like war on terror/
I need a heart repairer/
A surgeon and such/
Becuz i splurge to much/
i wish I didnt serve so much/
Its not easy giving up/
So dont waste time digging up ya luck/
Thats wasup!/
I cant say it to you any more profound/
Its just a sound that tries to explain what I found/
So now/
Take it or leave it-cuz I sure dont want it/
Never confront it/
But I cant run from it/
Never confront it/
But I cant run from it/
[verse 3; Evil]
I've been sweating in Sprints, like computer-hackers
futile-matters I run from when the future-happens/
Hated for views-I-fathom, I find you all enemies
scheming the end-of-me, scared of mail sent-to-me/
A world of fools believes everything they read
to the extremes of tormenting my seed, for these/
slanderous remarks, that have shamed my name
But I can't complain, my beds made so I shall lay/
