     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. |
