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Write To This Picture: June '04
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Brothers in arms, we'll stand Together till the end
You know what it feels like when you lose a friend A family from the beggining, we lost one to the Lord Missing you till we die, Wishing to go back to before Its like losing a part of us, when you ain't around no more A thought of a funeral. |
.::Hell Born::.
Blood Patterns Display The Congestive Moods I Swing.. The 4 Patterns Of My Mind Which Cause My Changing Emotions.. From Greed To Hate All Boggled Within A Single Ring.. Turned My Own Will Against Me Causing Troublesome Devotion.. As I Slow The Motions Of This Motive Man Gone Crazed.. You Will See The Distinct Variations Of My Celestrial Brain.. I Self-Inflict Pain Cause I Enjoy It As You See I'm Not Fazed.. These 4 Horsemen Keep Haunting Me I'm Emotionaly Drained.. The Blood Seeps Down My Walls Every Night That I Weep.. Lights Flicker and My Eyes Boggle As The Thunder Cracks.. This Fear Trapt Inside My Soul Keeps Me From Getting Sleep.. I Can Feel These Demons Eating Inside Out From My Back.. These Four Souls Will Haunt Me For The Rest Of My Life.. Cause Murder Was How They Were Erased From Existence.. I Know The Police Have No Evidence Since I Conceal The Knife.. I Was Just Put In An Akward Situation Forced With Persistence.. To Make A Long Story Short It Had To Be Done For Happiness.. If I Wouldn't Have My Family Would've Been The Ones Erased.. But I Know My Soul Is For The Devil No More Heavenly Blessed.. Cause I've Comitted The Worst Sin, Resposible For 4 Men Incased.. You Think Your Hearing This Story From My Own Gifted Tongue.. This Is Just A Rehistorical Insight Of The Past That Is Now Future.. The Unevolved Child Reads This Scripture In The Hall Where It Is Sacredly Hung.. But It's Me Who Has To Live Life In Hell Haunted By Bodies Laced With Suture.. ~R~ |
^^Damn did I just get showed up. Nice Drop playa.
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The changing of times in a person's life will show and will tell us of the wars they went through to get where they finished in their lives.
even tho racism will provock others to bloodshed and to hatred, but the brothers of time will stay together and will grow older and wearer as the blood spelt of a riches person drops to the grown of time. but until the end of time and until the day of reckoning the brothers of time will stay together and grow stronger in their sight of equal rights. |
Lives of crime, four men livin the grime
killin for capital, all in for a slice of the pie/ beady eyes for guys they despise, black suits red ties and under shoulder holsters packin them dual n9nes/ with 7even bloody hands that can belong to any man hit up quick and left, like a girl whos baby's without a dad/ the new carnegie, pushin dope flippin Kis the game is locked by these four keys from NYC to the Florida Keys/ |
Four Men Appear Contrasted with fear and blood rippling
From torsos commandeered blasted faces warn to crippling Blood running to image rage as four bleak men looking onwards Into a distance; sage men lost by blade sether beyondwards On looking shadows filled with wise words and metaphors, These image mirrors of past time pretence lies extinct like dinosaur, Men hunched forward setting boundary for forth coming generation, Washed with pastel background clean like Landry stunning anticipation, Bodies Withering gradually as they struggle to portray Leave this image of witch we struggle visionary today..... |
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four men stood tall,about to be punished for their sins/
evil glare stabbing my heart strings like sharpened pins/ these guys look wronged broken and dessolate they stand/ victims of an injustice from this unjustifiable hungry land/ greed of a nation, seek convictions for every cause/ these men arnt guilty,trembling sweat pouring as they pause/ |
Greed
Four men of men heaven sent down to represent
Lawlessness and flaws found in the fabric of men Hasbeens and junkees just a corporate world of them Overpowering the meager they must take back what they lent Disperse greed in abundance seems to be the message sent To all those who oppose, will seek repentance for sins Take back everything they gave you soon as ya life begins Watch as they swoon over you for your dollars and cents :evilgrin: |
The four wise mans misunderstood the world..
Mystik minds, corrupting this makes me hurl.. Wondering whats the impact of inequality land.. None of em are suprised, but who is in command.. America is doomed, safety! the mans form a circle.. To make a better livin for us, it will take miracle.. |
forefathers, symbolic of mount Ruchmore//
white faces, wat coporate America always push for// they look forward, hate and lies in their eyes// suit and tie, formal wear just for disguise// betrayed trust wit lies, sacraficed a dozen lives// shed blood of millions and still not satifsfied// then choas rise, causin problem amoung minorities// senority wit authourity,far from the sick story scenes// they hold the key, but let the exclusive in// while were stuck in their treachery, fallin from their sins// |
I tryed to put a story behind it and shit. Check it.
from the Journal of J blank. An ex-Mafia leader who hung him self in his cell on the anniversary of 2pacs death. Lookin thru a crimnals eyes, its all blinded/ stuck on tryn to indivualize, like old timers/ Its easy when you see cheezy buisnez thats sleezy like one liners/ but hard when you doing time for serving up grown niggaz and young minors/ we was gods to aworld that was needy for hope/ once 4 16 year olds, from childhood selling dope/ now stuck wit no freedem, like Styles P/ In Death Row like Suge Knight, and getting no sleep/ 45 years later, life in the making/ inside drugs, and Oldsimers got my writing hand shaking/ T Dope and Dr. Shank died, last week from stab wounds and deaseses/ they was the 2 on the right, ha, we look like fuckin Geezers/ reminisin on situation, I thought Id never look back on/ Ya'll lookin so peacful yo, 2 foolen soldiers with suets and caps on/ I finished our book, no more quet and caption/ tell 2pac I said wats up, when you reach thug mansion/ |
Four men reflect of their chance to better their branch+ Solemn stance triggered by regret,but now its outta their hands+ Four men shipped out thousands of kids to fight for a cause+ Back of bills say trust in god yet these frauds put um packed in bras With their souls lost they try to wipe the blood off+ Four mens decision could have turned for worse or better+ Now theses lonely poor souls will wander the earth forever+ |
Something I've never tried,nothing wrong with trying something new
Men,standing there,looking so sad Looking like they lost something dear they had Something has gone so wrong They can no longer stand too long They see the blood pouring down the wall Knees no longer steady,they want to fall Someone shouldn't have been laid to rest Its the governments fault for the penalty of death |
"american nightmare"
i percieve this scene as a dream, then i scream "IM WIDE AWAKE!!!"...
not everything you see is as it seems, let my third eye dialate... let me strain...comprehend and grow...elevate to know lifes pain... because with torturous chains removed, i improve, on my own i have gained... fortunes...fame...experience...love...honor...and knowledge of ones self... how can you enjoy heaven......if you havent been celled in ones hell... give me one breath, one inch to move, one spoken word of power... i am the american dream, from sacred dirt i will build an empire of towers... these four ghosts steal hope and visions, it was written with blood on their fingertips... never will they sign my name in their ledger, i am better, i have overthrown ignorance... i am a believer...a thorough-bred leader amongst a nation of lost causes... gather your thoughts, make progress or pay the cost, remain flawed and just pause it... (this is just a quick interpretation. to me, its more of a poem than a rap. i hope you all enjoy it.....it came from the soul. one.) s.v.............c.s. |
Man On The Left Speaks: "And My Three Co-Workers And I, Give Our Words To Help FIGHT THESE TERRORIST!...And Bring Down The Establishment For Wich THEY SPAWND!"
*Audience Gives A Standing Ovation* Among Curuption Stands The Faces Of Success And Political Justice... As The Streets Drownd In Malice From One To Another, Rather Then Trust Them... An Empire Perched Apon Greatness's Shoulder... These Men's Ghosts Reach For The Surface Each Day They Grow Older... And Bolder Stands These Stone Faced Crusades... Lips Sown By Pressures And Petagree, Unwillingly They Aid Wars... *Man Franticaly Runs In The Room And Wispers Into The Man On The Lefts Ear* "Sir, The Israli Goverment Is On The Phone,They Need More Funding" *Man On The Left Ends The Meating And Leaves* These So-Called Men Of The People And Law... Give The Media What They Want To Hear And Not About The Events Wich They Factually Saw... September 11th Lay Thoulsands Of Lives To Rest... But Withought The U.S This Event Couldnt Have Let... They Went From Poverty To Millions, 110,000 From Zero... Now We Know Why Are Stone Faced Politics Step With A Bitter Sweet Smile... Cuz All The While Had Our Criminals, But How Ironic Is It We Help Them To Make Our Four Men Look Like The Heros... |
govern-mental
goverment types dicussin/
how to cut out all the fussin and cussin/ stop us n!ggaz from bussin/ apease the G's or somethin/ but theyre all tricks no treats/ they'll give, but can't take beats/ rather release the caged beasts/ than make it even on these streets/ congress digress, and digest/ the meat of our beef/ but their dirty hands reveal/ all the dirty deals,/ that our countries done/ the secret wars and weapons stores/ been grimey since WW one/ c'mon son, the infantry are destined to die/ be all that you can be, now thats a government lie!/ civillians die, so i ask why they terror us?/ only terror i know is the terror i feel from bush/ blair follows blindly, and britannia gets bruised/ the rich always seem to win but the poor they always lose/ |
the fourth evil
death is in the faces, if so, then life is left faceless/
swet dripps like blood, leaving desicration and hatred/ wrong things happend at right times in a dwindling relation/ past gets tense cuz the futer takes the glory/ If knowledge is power then wat does politics do for me/ four wrongs that erase four rights/ I struggle wit my inner demons in unbalanced sword fights/ and while my hand writes, my thoaghts processess strategy/ If I only had a dollar for every known and cauzed fatality/ my reality is, I dont know who stares at me in mirror at night/ Im too scared to look back at it, death is frightened by life/ Poeticly insperated to keep moving through the ashes/ emfatuated by blood, and how quickly time passess/ Dust to dust, every though is conjointed like twins/ forming yet another domon to add to these four souls with in/ |
organized violence
owe them money you will get ya face broke\\
they creep up behind ya and choke you out like smoke\\ our they hire hands to snap yo ass like you a rubberbandman\\ so dont slip up and cheat em outta sum gramz\\ bcuz tha first gangsta's will shoot up you and ya mans\\ come on dawg you aint stupid you seen scarface\\ drag you ass outta you home and not leave a trace\\ so kids dont fuck wit tha mob, they clock niggaz like they checkin in for a job\\ half- ass but ok |
As tha mafia rose up from look at tha grave of their brotha//
They all knew that soon it would b anoutha// All looked down at tha grave stone which labeled R.I.P.// They all knew about this one they would never see// The guy on the right was thinkin how he failed Chris// It was his fault he died and he will b tha one everyone miss// The person on the left is thinkin how 2 pull of the next drug deal// But all of them 2 gether are thinkin that this shit cant b real// It is tha Italian mafia they're family they cant fall apart// They gonna keep every feelin inside like a Wal-Mart shoppin cart// Mafia Funiral.... |
where four infectious minds breed hate...
bloody lies of impurity drip from the hands of injustice brows furrow and mouths turned down in scorn hiding fear... bodies blend as to protect the close minded-ness of theyre peers hiding behind the mystery of dark naked eyes... they must mold in a wall of themselves... to hide the tragedy of truth in how our soldiers really died.... |
from me to yall
as i sit back,relax, my mindframe contracts, wondering why these niccaz got they hands n their laps/ crossed and settled to show they strength while me & my peoples gottah bust guns and open lips, Still we get labeled as misfits
they say tha land of the brave,but its really tha land of graves cuz as dem 4 niccaz sit in office, they contemplate ways to put us in coffins/Merging from tha flag in this pic are nuttin but 4 white dicks, busting nuts on citizens making you feel degrated and hated so what can you do when tha O.G Sam and his unit got you doing shit you dont want :laugh: ..Hell not a damn thing |
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