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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Mr. O on May 31, 2009, 06:24:17 PM
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Turn me inside out and show me what you're all about
as the world condemns me to hell, my mind started to cloud.
As God left me like the writer Stephen King,
the world famous story of my life is the birth of misery.
Sitting here looking through the window,
I see a poor brother selling his soul to the devil
just so that he can see his future of his bloody death.
He looked through my eyes with his final breath.
Pop! Pop! I can hear his inner child cry,
he's the idol to the killas as they watch him die.
It's the clouded days as he fell like a trade center,
with all emotions shown from his own inner.
As he sees the vision of the light, he heard something echo,
from the air of despair, something said, "no."
so ...
it's that clouded days, a clouded days,
hopefully that you'll find your place.
It's that clouded days, a clouded ways
it's about time to show your face. 2x
The time keeps tickin' by the minutes to the last seconds,
driven to succeed in life, he see the world in new dimension.
His harden heart kept him from be binded by his dark
his will to live on gave him that driven spark.
It's time to fight against the failure of life,
so god was on his side to fight life of suicide (let him ride!)
As his body to started to move like an earthquake,
the siren of ambulance stoped as they hit the brake.
We all witnessed this event as he had risen,
failure to be swallon by his death, he's on the mission.
Mission to fulfill, mission to make his destiny real,
it's time to show his enemies that he won't be killed.
so ...
it's that clouded days, a clouded days,
hopefully that you'll find your place.
It's that clouded days, a clouded ways
it's about time to show your face. 2x
As I moved away from the single window,
I realised that life will never die that simple.
As I walked to the mirror, I hestitated to see things that i feared
the reflection of non-perfection dissapeared.
I now see the truth what I'm made of,
to live the best, no stress, live the destiny and not give a fuck.
To be a man of rough, motherfuckin' tough,
get ya head up, never to be fed up with god's love.
My world of death finally dispersed, with simply lack of words
I'm just simply cursed and be freed my own hurts.
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GOOD STUFF...
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so ...
it's that clouded days, a clouded days,
hopefully that you'll find your place.
It's that clouded days, a clouded ways
it's about time to show your face. 2x
QUOTED ^
MY FAV PART
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YOU BEEN FREESTYLIN FOR LONG?
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YOU BEEN FREESTYLIN FOR LONG?
umm...yah...kind of...y?"
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Liked how ya opened both of your verses, not bad man!
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damn that was some good work
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Liked how ya opened both of your verses, not bad man!
eh..thx man..lol.
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damn that was some good work
thx..but i like your avatar..LMAO.
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YOU BEEN FREESTYLIN FOR LONG?
umm...yah...kind of...y?"
JUST ASKIN THATS ALL
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YOU BEEN FREESTYLIN FOR LONG?
umm...yah...kind of...y?"
JUST ASKIN THATS ALL
that's kewl.