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Peak #889
Peak in subgenre #80
Author
Neeko Vercetti
Uploaded
March 11, 2011
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:33
Story behind the song
Long story short - God may not give you everything you want. You may not even get anything you ask for. Always remember, God knows exactly what you need and what will work for you, personally, in the long run.
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How could you start off big ballin' and prayer leads you to fallin' and for two solid months after that, your world gets small and all you have left is prayer because nothing seems to share to nobody how you care. The feelings like freefalling straight to hell pure and still you don't want to be a failure, cornered and in danger of falling victim to anger, but you don't self pity. Naw, you want to show the city - better yet - the entire country, but the world just ain't ready. You can't control this urge to capitalize your nerd since standing out on the curb serving swerves is not your word. You're a billion dollar Forbes face stuck with a court case told to stay out the way and now family fades away. Getting drunk every day. Smoking weed to dream all day while application after application after application gets turned away. You're small so you're not losing weight. You're eating, but you don't want your plate 'cause you don't know if your kids done ate and you don't want to wait 'til there eight before you're in their lives again. A real true dad, thick and thin. Sickness, health, loss or win and death cannot keep you from them. You don't see it happening, but disbelievers laugh and grin pointing out your actions when you make a mistake. Naw, that ain't them. Perfection is ridicule? That thinking is miniscule, ugly and so full of bull, still, you put no trust in to 'em. You refuse to sit behind anybody and be a jerk. Expectations surrounding you - show them what you're worth. If the spotlight blinds you, move so it doesn't hurt and look at all those people's eyes. You know you'll make it work. Mind wandering. I'm sort of behind God and He died awfully. Try and follow me. His sacrifice, risen back to life, manifest in Christ. This cat is nice. I'm not a victim of sin. My plot alone couldn't win. Dichotomy synonym. Ideology to ascend. Encroached in apathy. A gross and dastardly loathing to concede, Neeko Vercetti. Humbled and prostrated. Humbled I hold hatred. Humbled by your patience to uproot my status from ignorance and vanity. Penchant for complacency. Grant me sanity to recognize your serenity. Your grand ultimate plan so man start and began somewhere off in a land, some scarce awesome demand. The fear replaced with your hand, so near, we may understand. Sincerely gave us a chance. Clearly, there's no greater fan. Come on! I got a lot on my mind, but not much to say at this particular time. Trying to stay awake and if you know this familiar mood, your attitude is rude and screwed like the Blue's Clues old dude. Look, I think I got a topic to talk about - typically tiresome triggers - Good GOD, man, talk about tongue twisters! The thing that has always been a pet peeve for years - those people who use their one mouth more than their two ears. You'd think someone've told them a long time ago, but I guess they were born with an overdeveloped throat. Really, I'm one to talk, I remember in alternative high school the principal said I'd make a good lawyer, who knew? Clearly, I'm not a mouth piece, though I speak about unity. I guess that proves my case right there. I'm humanly, humanoid, human being, humanist - take your pick. Hee hee hee, hell, I ain't no devil's advocate. I'm labeling this fair warning. My anger up, blood boiling, irate, furious and now I can't see where I'm going. I just know my destination right now - it ain't cool and I'm trying not to flip a ni**a. Beast in my mood, however, I really feel my demons invading body and sensing my mental slipping to when I was young and snotty. My stomach is full of anguish and my muscles are tight, breathing is short and forced trying to avoid a fight. My testosterone feels like they're about to touch my kneecaps and nothing here sweet or funny, not for me, jack. Brother, let me tell you, this is just not a good time. I prefer to look away so it's in the back of my mind and as much as I want to use it, my heart is much stronger 'cause eventually a prick can cut through a tan
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