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Who: skepoet
what: A lyrical poet
where: Brooklyn / Staten island
when: November 17, 2005
Why: For a border view of my lyrics, into different eyes besides mine..
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Lyrics
verse 1:
im feelin like the weight is on me/
when im takin a breath cause I feel the hunga/
kinda scared to see myself fall to ground while im tryin to come up/
a rouger with a suit cover up/
talkin to myself at times tryin to smile/
tryin to pick both ends of my life, whichever one pulls me down/
an takes the evils out this broken mouth/
neva was the type to speak out loud/
always burnin my insides, shittin it out/
always in the back of the classroom starin/
into the future, even if a few saw me do so/
I would look into their eyes an watch theirs tears fall/
lettin em taste a piece of what my eyes saw/
a dead body through reality is what I call/
a fear while loathin in brooklyns holocaust/
where yah souls rest an yah bodies is lost/
afraid to make a sound cause yah breath is cold/
seein the smoke come out ya lips cause its that time to know/
yah self an who you are inside that skin/
whether to cut your wrists or be a man/
or fight yah situation with hand to hand/
prayin to god will only leave yah disappointed/
im talkin to yah man to man, without the emotions/
its like point game watchin the ball in the air frozen/
with a split second to decide whether its gonna go in/
an at that time yah feel the shock in yah brain/
like life has gone by an you to old to do it all over again/
verse 2:
im from where headaches aint treated with medicine/
where the stress kick in until yah problems is irrelevant/
where feins is their own medics/
cause the pressure been injected through their skin/
where in a second a victim is apart him/
where another body is a product with a broken dream/
he wont make it, NO, hes just a face lost with the wind/
he cant take it, NO, he feelin like he under fire again/
fallin to his knees cause he lost his own common sense/
so he decides to hide out, until it die down/
until the man in him die out/
an he feins for it again an decides to buy out/
in an out his momz purse, watchin his hands slowly insert/
carefully taken out the change for what its worth/
but he dont get it, he just zonein/
appreciatin home service when momz is home and/
pops is somewhere swollen in a hole again/
holdin his hands prayin for it to end/
9 months later his son is born but not in his hands/
now whats givin is whats held so hold yah breath/
let the tears fall down until yah feet get wet/
until yah eyes get sore an yah cant feel yah chest/
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