West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: An-Tony-O Montana on December 27, 2002, 07:14:45 PM
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what's runnin' through my thoughtz...
all the pain, feelin' exasporated, caught up in a myst of rain//
and i'm the last that made it up out this game, but shit ain't the same//
it never will be, tormented by the shadows on the walls until they kill me//
i'm stayin' strapped watchin' the death toll rise 2 my surprise//
but i can't c the tv screen cuz i can't bring up my eyes//
i'm so high, i puff this medication w/o perscription//
duckin' from the ways of satan, while others listen in and keep on waitin//
hand cuffed for my troubles of wishin' & bein' beat down blatent//
just 2 c a light even half shinnin' @ the end of the gate n//
only god can seal my fait, when he traps me in a box w/o vision//
w/o even givin' me a flash light just scars left by incisions from last night//
and maybe i'm already dead cuz i'm feelin' like a fish, gutted open//
they'll probably find me w/ a hole in my head or left soakin'//
drippin' wet, marinatin' in my own blood, curroadin' the ocean//
or maybe they'll search endless while my family's still hopein//
only 2 find me with my lungs floaded and both of my legs broken//
and i can't even say that i loved it, cuz this life was based on dope n//
bein' lost in haze of smoke, liquir flowin' and bricks of heron n coc//
uncut, straws stuck up my nose and nostrals flarin', rarin' to fuck//
next i'll be layin' lifeless on a slab as they grab a scalpal and cut//
me wide, this is after i'm stuck in a body bag w/ open eyes//
until fingers close the lids 2 my vision as i exit livin'//
next they'll be removin' organs n drainin' blood while imbalmin'//
me, wit the same fluid, that commonly grew kinda found of me//
cuz i'd use it, to lace my weed, rollin' blunts in the buick w/o a seed//
but now there leavin' me, left helpless @ the exit of this life of gettin' belted//
by buckles with fists swung at my chest cavity//
i was caught up in different scuffles made up of tragedy//
so in the physical the sun only shined rarely on occasion//
until god took away the gift of my creation, he left me raisin'//
myself, w/o those who guided me through these street dreams//
my homies liable for me, we was ridin' n smokin' that sweet green//
shit, that's when i knew this was it, cuz that's all that ever seemed 2 lift//
up my spirits, until they threw me up against the hood w/o clearance//
refusin' to hear it, the system fucked me cuz i was wrongfully accused//
i told the angels 2 save a spot for me if i'd lose, that's unless i could prove//
my innoncence, but even let free they'd still label me a criminal//
in a world plagued w/ disease, infestation & greed, the power's cynical//
faces turn from bright smiles 2 dormant and black, devil's advocates//
sworn off the crack, yet it's still a poison that they have 2 get...
this shit is in all different directions but it's some of my deepest shit... ohh and sorry about the length of this shit again... next time i'll post somethin' alot shorter... i could write a fuckin' book w/ rhymes... holla...
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deep shit, i was feelin most of it...hope to see more in tha near future from u, peace
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Good shit right here...
Deep and ill...
Nice piece...
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Yo man that was a very nice piece, had meaning to it and it flowed well, we need more this type of rhyming on this board. hope to see u post consistantly.....
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god dammit, someone gave me props, bah i was -7 to....more disses!, dunno why im postin on this but ya...
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yeah thx for the feedback... i don't write as much as i used 2 but i'm fillin' the last couple pieces i wrote... i gotta work alot on my audio thou so i ain't gonna post any right now... someday i gotta put together a demo tape or somethin'...
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