Lyrics
[sound ov thunder and rain drops]
[a maid brings a cup ov cofee while i sit on my grand fathers rocking chair on his farm house]
[basses start as i sip the first drip]
Verse /-1
Strong emotions keep this young beast quite indeed,
the world is a station for the old generation n seeds,
but i shouldnt be thinkin about this im just 17,
pleased by the moist feelings the smell ov greenery,
reminding me ov my grandfathers farm house on a hill,
with his pipe a book a pen was more then eva to fill,
the chill atmosphere with grandma besides him to kill,
his lonliess n lov charessed on the same chair n pills,
amongst my thinkings which go far ov the normal brain,
a static rush ov blood equiped with memories ov shame,
the re-arangment ov the moments ,Happy,sad, greed n vain,
belong to the same folder named in the library H's game,
the best day to realise my wrongs ices n pleasured flames,
every partical ov the smoke i smoke in heavy pain,
inhale maximum quantity with a wish not to exhale,
but fail as i visualize the day i was born till ma grave,
is it a fair endin ov a normal person who played,
and faced a heavy case with mental torture was yet to face,
in oda words an unfinished striked up universal race,
in which ma soul stands on a ridiculous low pace,
sqreek, sqreek! sound ov an ansestral wooden chair,
tellin me to write wat i did as a seprate fare that gets hard to bare with out care,
Chorus/- [ In Rock vocals]
Sound booms out the mind,where one can neva find,
a place where you recognize your soul,
dark places covers blind,gettin hard to define,
re-file the faults that young bloods dare to hold,[ ohh no no no] <<<(black lady)
Verse/-2
Drops ov Dew water drip from the edge ov ma lead seling,
my brain defines these drops as my life line's deleting,
more like the sweet rainy wind iz the reason ov H breathing,
closed windows bang open along with my feelings,
rain stops so does my filter pops with no more golden leafs,
to exchange my thoughts n countless hulted breaths,
that leaves me endin up a spinal creapic steep,
that goes deep beneath my long lost life into the street,
belive on wat i say my ryhems go like the rust on steel,
keen to move out the world i live n freinds whome i speak,
about nothin but Teen talks with girls, do'z, n weed,
deafeting the rivals through phisical n lyrical controversy,
its almost like the chair had some heavy Old phelosphiez,
for me as if my Grands spirits still holded the seat,
n diped into my spirit giving me hints through drops n breeze,
i think my worldly lust got those old souls hard to teach,
this whole story ended up with my eyes open n cold cheeks,
yeah! im expressin it, hear it a nice topic to speak,
an orignal happninz happened giving a folow n flee,
off the chair out the door with sunshine to the grave under the oak tree,
layed ma grand father as i looked down n refreshed ma memories,
looked back at the prominent chair or should i say a Time Machine,
Chorus/- [ In Rock vocals]
Sound booms out the mind,where one can neva find,
a place where you recognize your soul,
dark places covers blind,gettin hard to define,
re-file the faults that young bloods dare to hold,[ ohh no no no] <<<(black lady)
[Move out the wet grave with a smile]
[Beat n Basses stop]
[The maid comes again saying "would you like to have more coffee sir!?"]
[ I smile n refuse with my bike enginez start n Vanish back to my world]
