Guyver | Friday, April 06, 2001 - 01:16 pm Introduction My life is formed by my earliest dreams of reality// The beginning and the ending throughout time gradually are rebuilding my destiny// The beginning is not the start of possibilities// but my beginning of dreaming endlessly// which gradually turns to a self fulfilled totality of who I am and what I am to be// I converse with my thoughts, and as tragic as they seem// watch them evolve my reality into a dream// now i can take control of my destiny, insanity revolves around my screams// pitching placements of contoured misery// entwining domestic memories// of years of unhappiness compressed deep into my chest// Not one good-night's rest, now i stress to manifest// Outcries of anger, despair and lonliness// as i wait for tomorrow// i ask will the wind sweep away my sorrows// nothing seems real, It's like im watchin life on T.V.// Over and over in my head Screamin release me// Pleeing for answers to quistions, god seems to be on strike// Feeling sad and from past memories, still tryin to set the wrong right// constantly misplacing the piece to this part of the puzzle the remains vacant// unnecessary complexities complicate that which is and should always remain basic// I keep my eyes covered, just so the light wont be corroded by tainted eyes// Im the morbid soul, caught between where purgatorys dust lies// for all that has grown has done so to die// I lay dazed in a confused state, heavily sedated senses// even with the protection of barbed wire fences, my soul lies I defenseless// Fueled by illusions of emotions theories, which were proven untrue// and now I sit back and reflect on actions I can’t undo// Wandering through corridors of a twisted maze// Doors that open to nowhere, Closets of deceptions and two-faced images got me Lost, confused, & dazed// Around every twist// Corridors narrowing into hallways of eternal loneliness// Caught in the whim of negative and dishonorable spells// Trying to levitate from one foot in the casket, one in hell// Balancing myself and hold on until i cant hold on any longer and sin prevails// Beneath this shallow river of tears, hides the route to the truth, a path that I have strayed from for years// my only guide is fear, whispering in my ear,// i observed that his blurred words share a similarity with reality, both are far from crystal clear// but the rules of life are constantly changin, so you're complainin that life's not fair// eternities of self absorbed soul searchin only to find out there's nothing there// Burning with desire my mind and body need the fire quenched from my soul// Those that enter and comfort my soul supplicate this control// that adheres to my career fantasies and un-reachable goals// |
gadget | Friday, April 06, 2001 - 06:25 pm i am feelin u dawg |
Nasty Nasir | Saturday, April 07, 2001 - 08:28 pm flamboyant mc fo'sho..style n grace..u got it all dog keep flowing..i am out off the screen like Napster..peace out |
Guyver | Monday, April 09, 2001 - 11:44 am i never stop spitting venome rhymes ya heard me nasty nas... trapped between walls fortified in my mind/ the kind, that are inpenetrable by any human force/ my voice hoarse, from screaming more passionately than intercourse/ the source, years of failure running deeper roots/ a trial lost a thousand times, my life being the proof/ like John Wilkes Booth at Ford's theatre/ I'm sitting hre in jockeys and a mustard stained wife beater/ cept I'm not killing preasidents, I'm killing my residence/ in reality, my only hope is hip hop, but I've destroyed the evidence/ my only hope is "crime", my only weapon is rhyme/ but dyslexia stands in my way, so I'll just walk my god and "kill" some time/ the only hazard, of being a dyslexic bastard, is I'll compose a whole verse and only after/ realize I've written the motherfucker ass-backwards/ or maybe I'm plastered, its possible I can't think straight/ all I know is in my head is a picture/ of Michael Jackson in the "John", helpin "Elton" masturate/ Allah, I’ve been searchin 4 an answer since the day of my birth: Can you tell me what is the meaning, of my being on this earth? Is it to work all my life till the day that I die, & leave my fate to the heavens w/ no alibi? They gon look at my records, & see a past full of sin, But they gotta take into consideration it was a life I didn’t ask to be put in. I made use of what I could, what I took, & what you gave me, But to be honest it’s the people that tried to break me, that made me… The man that I am, The man I needed to be, to stay strong. To hopefully leave a legacy that’ll remain long after I’m gone. Can u tell me the purpose of life… Cause right now I’m trapped in the dark, Searching 4 the light thru this hurtin in my heart. Can u give me a reason to wake up to another day? Can you promise me happiness to put an end to my pain? What once was hurt- is now anger, filling my veins, Like venom running through my blood, 2 forever leave me changed. How did this happen, what has my life become? Am I really a man that cares about nothing & no-one? I had sold my soul to the devil. & now I want it back, If you are really my savior u need 2 help me get my life back on track. |