Free download
i found this beat on my comp, by ARAU, u can find on soundclick, felt like hittin the serious tip again. peep it, finished.
ill defz kaiz
i'm a sophomore in high school that happened to try making songs...horray?
Song Info
Charts
#5,396 in subgenre Peak #43
Charts
Peak #2,112
Author
KaiZ/ARAU
Uploaded
February 04, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
i found the beat, i was listenin to some deep tracks too, felt like droppin a little suttin suttin...
Lyrics
[Verse 1] What can I say? Please wait as I meditate, And spill my thoughts on the page till my mentals break, I’ve-looked eyes-hooked within, and I’ve witnessed, Man makes many problems but he can’t fix ‘em. Man, what’s with this, relentless, stupidity? Got wars over ancentral fueds, u kiddin me? Still it seems, humanity’s trapped in a killin spree, And I hear the chillin screams emerge from the guillotine, Still it’s sweet, and hid from the ignorant masses, Got fuel at our feet yet we fixed on the matches, Lonely heart’s driftin through a village of chances, A tree grew in Brooklyn, but it tilted and vanished, Criminal tactics, the real basis of all nations, The same drive that filled minds in the slaveships, It’s strange an’, why do we gotta do it? Ears hear the cries that chime like a type of music, But you know, I’ll tell u the truth-with most changes, Sometimes the only way out’s the way u came in, [Verse 2] Let me tell you suttin, the government’s the rebel’s cuzin, Cuz both were born and formed from metal bustin, Got the devil fussin, and talkin through all of it, Cuz we both know freedom’s the fuel for intolerence, It’s politics, but I just have to question, The difference between a curse and a bad man’s blessin, As time progresses, and continues to change, Why do people gotta lie for a bit of the fame? It belittles the range, of truth in the music, But it also supports the kid that’s ‘bout to lose it, The same kid that’s abusin, and stickin to drugs, So he beats up others cuz he’s missin the love, A prison to some, where life’s got em stored in a cell, Cept no dungeon master so people torment themselves, It important-to-tell you that life is beautiful, Cept no one’ll appreaciate yours till your funeral, Foolish usuals, brings out the meaning of this, Life, no breaks... DEAL WITH IT.
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.