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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. |
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