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Genre
Charts
#137,194 today
Peak #1,188
#13,464 in subgenre
Peak #92
Author
C3 G./CB
Rights
Komplex(C)2005
Uploaded
June 09, 2005
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Story behind the song
my death & reanimation
wish I could've done more for this piece though
Lyrics
existenz
high and inspiring, the candles flame dances
swinging low, it bring beams upon my eyes
i's computing the game of lifes chances..
and my solutions bear, but hypotheses awaitin answers
odds is ill against me and pathetic prophetic visions seem dim
i venture mountainous imaginations lookin for someone like rakim
..a master..
for what is a student without a teacher?
on solitary confinement, truth, i seek ya
hoping its worth the trip to deny the bullsh!t
why is it, that only in the dark i feel ya?
my soul tries so hard but cant seem to grasp ya
near dying i once lain
my subliminal self didnt feel no pain
and only peace reigned
feeling the blanket of everythings center amidst darkness
life took it back, demanding i should earn this
reanimated, i reminisce on the sweet death kiss
..eff this..
tho' lights shine bright, outside it seem gloomy
dreams of my past life, nitemares be glued to me...
this is the bane of existing
and the curse of existence
..existenz poetry..
feels the passing minutes essence
we expect nothing yet in still gain the most
of utmost emotions to fill our empty ghosts
yo, whats up with eternal rest, damnation or those religions?
my conscious quests, like the city, for socrates' incarnations
cats stay back, with no worthy explanations
..yall oughtta shut up..
i was born to raise the illest questions
some say the afternights belong to yesterdays
and sunrise marks the new days
caught in a concept of terms, i await the first rays
wishing it shed its light to show me the right ways
dawn will soon break and aurora will once again greet me: "wattup?"
i'd be on my nth cig smilin sarcastic and reply: "yo, its still fucced up"
i stand up and realize we hold on to moments longer than we should
but it hurts me to look back, crack a laugh and admit its all good
let it go with tears my friend
cuz this aint the end
only old man time can tell when
..then..
i stood before a windows glass
and witnessed dew drops manifest like a mothers tears expressin apology
inhalin this analogy, i felt so blessed cuz life never says sorry.
this is the gift of existing
and the curse of existence
..existenz poetry..
feels the passing minutes essence
we expect nothing yet in still gain the most
of utmost emotions to fill our empty ghosts
