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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Mr. O on July 10, 2005, 10:43:22 PM
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Imagine a place where one knew nothing but himself.
Helpless as he was, the life of living hell.
Thinking the world flonders in dream,
but couldn't tell,
cause his life crashed into building and it fell.
Having high hopes but refused to believe,
the faith that he lacked, money was what he'll achieve.
His heart pumpin' rushed, as blood spilled indeed
while he stumbled with a word, "misery."
The light shed through the deaded skies,
lord smiled vividly upon his deaded eyes.
He rised from the bed
that was known to be a home of livin' dead,
he revived cause his time wasn't ready yet.
The bretta on his rubberish hand,
fears in quake till the last minute stand.
As many wonder why his death left him...
he was to accede as one of the devil's victim.
As each moment of his life grew weary,
his sickness of being dellusional became very.
The face of death zombified the world.
With the desire of power, he murdered his own moral.
Everyday he lives, he reminice his painful memories,
for the heart of greed, he assassinated his family.
Bloodlust was written all over his face,
to this day, living forever made his mind displaced.
As he locked his room up,
he dranked the 40, he threw up
saying that he screwed up.
It was 20 days of fever, without cooled up.
He was in distress...so he blewed up.
As he thought about the money to achieve from his passion,
his smile for discontendment were replaced by his action.
He knew that being a rockstar wasn't far.
He shot himself twice to make people think he was hard.
To get respect, money target was at large.
The gun had deep meaning of life than a scar....
As the sun was born again the next day,
the wind slowly burned out like an ashtray.
The grasses were decaying as it cried slow
knowing there's no hope as it grew old.
The spirit within this hopeless child,
were brought to death sentence since the day his parents were in denial.
Thinking it was a mistake giving birth to failure,
it was killing with joy that made his life familiar.
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i like the content. the flow seemed pretty clean and the lyrics were nice as well but i really enjoyed the song content. you painted a nice little picture with your lyrics
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Thanks homie...props 2 u for reading.
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i really like this one, it works good. and it actually has substance, as do all your posts, which i appreciate. sick of reading bout the same things, smoke,, do it, smoke more. its just not interesting. its been done before, ya know.. i like your stuff though.
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i really like this one, it works good. and it actually has substance, as do all your posts, which i appreciate. sick of reading bout the same things, smoke,, do it, smoke more. its just not interesting. its been done before, ya know.. i like your stuff though.
thx homie..much luv to you.
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i prefer homiette.. but ill take what i can get
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i prefer homiette.. but ill take what i can get
right, right .. hahaha
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Nice. Deep as fuck.
I feel stuff like that so I thought it was hot.
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Nice. Deep as fuck.
I feel stuff like that so I thought it was hot.
THank, homie.
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nice dude,real nice though I wonder why your stuff sounds so passionate....................
that is something you have in common with bez cuz he is passionate too
I would avoid using personalthings in here,it can get turned on you
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nice dude,real nice though I wonder why your stuff sounds so passionate....................
that is something you have in common with bez cuz he is passionate too
I would avoid using personalthings in here,it can get turned on you
Your right. thx for tip.
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:)