Author Topic: Feelin Mad Emotions.. DRunk from moonshine.. check out this rhyme if u like (Read 154 times)

Ballistikz · « **on:** August 14, 2003, 07:15:40 PM »

i look at myself in the mirror and see my face move,
every emotion i hold seeps through a growing groove,
a minor flaw, a fault in our designs
to wanna read more than what it says on the signs
that we cross in the path of our life, choose to run or to walk
i can remeber my future, but forget my past with a glock
no where to go, inside my head no where to hide
so i let my pain slide
I just get up and ride
until i can think no more........i hear no pain,
the demons of demise are yet to be slain
is it my ways??? is it my damn ill logic???
is it the fact that i just cant drop it..??
its fucked up.. that suddenly i feel like this one day,
and it all seems to hide, when its time to recieve my pay
then people wanna judge me, they say i seem meek
i guess the amount of drugs that i consume, makes me look weak,
but it dont phase me, fuck em imma just roll one and blaze
is it really fucked up that i feel better in a haze?
whatever herb lifts me...... right up out this maze
that im sunk in, and cannot escape
it feels like the world around me is blocked off with the tape
that reads do not cross, do not relieve your pain
dont for a second think that your not going insane...
My whole life ive spent looking for a damn blade
to free from this hold, and release to the glade
that i seek, to keep me on the real
to cut through the barrier, and change what i feel....
i seek the simple things, like some juice when i get home
or a message from the phone, or to just be left alone....
it never happens.. imma live life rough,
learn from my mistakes.. fuk it they make me tough
to fight away my foes, not get cought up with the hoes, these lessions tought me more, than i gained from my education,
this provides the stimulation,
to my lack of irrigation
of the mind, so now it fools me with tricks...
liek the thought killing foes, with large metal sticks,
--so now i sit back, and sip on this moonshine, wonder about this rhyme, and i wrote it in time, to soothe the pain in my head and the pain in my heart, i dont know what it is but its rippin me apart, so now i end this track, with a line thats no doubt wack.... I fucken hate everything...
Sincerely: the now pretty buzzed and down..Ballistikz