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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,473
Peak in subgenre #2,105
Author
Vyrus
Rights
Vyrus 2004
Uploaded
November 11, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:12
Story behind the song
Just pouring my feelings out coping with shit u know
Lyrics
TORN APART
I need to relieve a little tension
I believe in extentsive beliefs
like hyper extension of your knees
with these beats
a music note its cut throat....and repeats
as I release
a strain of virul infection thats pure
no protection no mother fuckin cure
like a taliban collision
inhaling the rhymes from my synthisism
like prison ism competition find your vision
or get beatdown by the commision
no flippin extenstions
no time for ya baptisms
nothin to save you now
how did it come to this your no crim
used to be sippin chris now ya fuckin him
what if thats how I end up
cuz I fucked up
my familys tour apart
so I try an pour out verbal art
second verse
starts with a curse I rehersed
but couldn’t reverse
broughten it on my self
like a goblin I felt retarded
my problems with my dad all started
when he discarded me for his wife
I didnt try hard to stay in his life
prize....was his wisdom
lies....were my decision
ties unbinded with one incesion
reminded of how we used to talk
a lot about politics or cops
he was a an officer and decorated
till his career faded
I miss him every day now
should I call him how
why or what would I say
I probebly start cryin and he’d call me gay
or maybe he’d say what he used to say
tell me too
go play on the freeway
and still to this day hes alive
in my heart his soul never dies
we’ll never be torn apart
horns sound from the start
of seperation
fluxuation tearin till you fearin termination
like smokin sherm im perm-afied
red eyed till the sight of high tide
till I turn to the dark-side...of the force
I love my dad of corse
but I find remorse...realized
I was free
three when my parents were divorced
we moved to the city of olympia
pimpin ya with these beats
from my soul a flow
secreets
while im smokin bowl out of a bong that six feet
thats what my lifes come too
if you could only imagine
the red flags flaggin
braggin at school how I could rap
but if someone challenged me
i’d probebly choke and step back
actaully factaully....fuck that
I think im ready shits tearin at me like a machete
most probely think its petty
no need for a vote.....rappin to me
is like floatin up a crick without a boat
it just wouldnt work without it
neither would I
i’d rather die than go back to my old life
truth be told
i’d rather kill my-self
then have life be determined by wealth
I steady deplete my health
with cigarrette toxins ready to help
ready to have a mental melt-down
I wear a frown
but for what
I go to school
but even the teachers are stupid as fuck
im tired of the situations they keep makin
fakin shit so they can make bacon
no way to be escapin
go back to school
and everything is escelatin
theres only so much this white boy can take
I say shit
dont regret it
and forget I ever said it
but they’d claim they got a tape
I go insane like the grapes of wrath
reak havok
kill em like those columbine faggots
