Saturday, July 11, 2009

Paying for the Silence i Broke (beautiful eyes)

At Twelve years old, that's when me life kick in,
realize that i gotta do and where i have been,
the pain that i have caused,
laws i want to break,
i feel like a snake,
waiting to get run over by a car,
waiting for my death at the bar ,
making the best of my life till i gotta go,
cant run away when its yur everyday,
and not at night, life is a fight,
ever lasting, ringing in your head,
I'll die on a pink sheet, layed on my bed,
the things that ive said,
i look back on them now and they kill me,
be the best, stupid times kill me,
i am not real G, 
so dont ask where I've been,
with tears brings a face,
a face that was molded from broken nights,
broken lights,
broken heaters stuck in the cold some nights,
Employment is a bitch when your tryin get rich,




this is my life,
broke down on a stop sign,
freestyling a dumb rhyme,
i am done this is it,
you say you love me,
but every one of you kills,
you only give me bills,
still these cloths stink,
how bout a warm drink,
i dont wanna be a dick,
i feel like the devils walking stick,
get your fix to this,
rob a bank to this,
take a piss to this.
and contemplate why you exist,
give me a kiss,
till i am off to the war again,
fuck this man by men,
i will come home browsed and beaten,
wolves been eatin,
take the day away with some sleepin,
but the fears of dreamin,
keep me locked in hell,
and their doin it well,
in this game of life,
there aint no bell,
to save ya,
only a lower class trip to Bogota,
be aware you can still me scare right there,



it dont change your life,
on the condition of your wife,
for that the condition of your life,
now understand the race,
and i am setting the pace for under 18,
i am doing it mean,
and chasing some green,
want a big house with a very big screen,
i wanna follow my dream,
need it after the shit i seen,
its crazed i havent hit 13,
i am like a angry machine,
and everyday is halloween,
i know life as a adult not life as a teen.
as i get older shit dont change,
i dont understand why,
my life is so strange,

(Note: Needs Chorus and one more verse)
let the words that i speak be more profound than the silence that i break

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