Author Topic: Twenty Fuckin Four...  (Read 149 times)

bez

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Twenty Fuckin Four...
« on: February 14, 2010, 09:13:37 AM »
Now I'm twenty fuckin four I dont know anymore,
What I want out of life cos the strife Ive endured,
Is enough to make anybody wana pack up and leave,
With a rope around the neck or a razor up the sleeve,
Working for pennies but its adaquate at best,
Fuck you boss my edequate escallated across desks,
I'm smarter than this, bitch,
I'm harder than this shit,
But my brains are beating me, head's mashed, literally,
Got to get in the game, time to ditch this invisibility,
Cos lyrically I'm gifted, God delivered me this ability,
But I struggle bein me, so I need some guidance,
An watch me explode out the waves, a radio tridant!

I'm sick and tired of crying, trying to climb,
Only being told to fall, or bein pushed time and time,
And time again, down the ladder till I stand,
Lookin up at the steps where my feet I can't plant,
Wana land on these clouds and walk through all the mist,
Like I was re-encarnated as rain all I can do is remenisce,
Until I fall and I drop then I splatter and go pop,
On concrete under feet and nobody even cares to stop,
And lend an arm to my body, a fallen soldier at war,
Fallen angel? twenty four and I dont know anymore,
But sure, I can do anything, if I put my mind to it,
But my mind's run out of patients, and me... outter excuses

In dreams I'm free making money is so easy,
Not slaving everyday waitin on a half decent pay,
So I can get up and leave and succeed alone,
Cos I never asked for this plush, lux, home,
A contradiction I know, but you won't understand,
The tears from a boy, trapped in the body of a man's,
Who wants to work for his riches, but bitches will stop em,
Till they get him not breathin, but not restin, coffin,
Up till he's sick, physically its all violent,
Eyes filled up till everywhere he looks is violet,
Awakes so startled, reachin for stars he targets,
But he's now twenty four an them dreams are the furthest,
 

maximus

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Re: Twenty Fuckin Four...
« Reply #1 on: February 15, 2010, 03:53:53 PM »
Now I'm twenty fuckin four I dont know anymore,
What I want out of life cos the strife Ive endured,
Is enough to make anybody wana pack up and leave,
With a rope around the neck or a razor up the sleeve,

A contradiction I know, but you won't understand,
The tears from a boy, trapped in the body of a man's,


lol@i been thinkin the same shit ima be 25 in like a month
one man one mission
 

2010-thefuture

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Re: Twenty Fuckin Four...
« Reply #2 on: February 18, 2010, 10:05:53 AM »
hey what happened to maxi pads?Anyone know?