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paradox paradoxrap
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I love hip-hop. I've been writing stories, poems, and songs for years. Its a hobby, stress reliever, and lifestyl INVALID ; theres no limit to creativity, so I'm always experimenting with new and different things in my music and writing. I find satisfaction in people telling me how my music affected them. If i can spark any emotion to the listener i have succeeded in writing something relatable, which is an aim. Everything you hear me say is written by me. I wanna thank all my fans, for listening and appreciating what i have to say. If you like what you see here, download my new (second) album. Twisted Dimensions, for free http://www.datpiff.com/Paradoxrap-Twisted-Dimensions-mixtape.263386.html Test Site, My first album (2009) http://www.datpiff.com/Paradoxrap_Blackjack_Ckane_Cryptic_Wisdom_Para.m120927.html
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #3,606
Peak in subgenre #1,781
Author
Paradox, Produced by Rapitfly
Uploaded
April 26, 2009
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:06
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Home. By Paradox I keep dreaming the same dream night after night. I’m an old man in a rocking chair, reflecting on my life. I think back to when I was a young man filled with ambition and love. I think about how I miss myself, how I used to be, how I was. My tired eyes close, chasing memories, facing ghosts of my past, friends and enemies Some lying in cemeteries, others I’ve lost touch with. I don’t know if they’re still alive, but I’ve adjusted. Nostalgically I recall imaginary events. Rekindling old flames, playing old games, trying to pretend If I was twenty again, would I be empty to them? Could I mend burned bridges and forgive cold visits? Or would I act sadistic and be unwilling to give forgiveness? I’ve possessed every material gift I could want from clothes to cars, to houses with lawns. But no device or enterprise, could energize my mind, the same way as a kiss from a loved one you find. Though now my wives are dead and my kids are grown I’ve enjoyed my laughs, my cries, sometimes alone. I can’t forget regrets, but mistakes make me who I am. Debts unpaid fade quietly, over time in my hands. I’ve lived my life, the best way I’ve known Then I wake up, and see I’m home.
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