Write To This Picture: November '05
 

Write to this picture by Shurelo for November

I was walkin down the road, then this bitch went ahead against me and tested
I'm holdin down so much weight, train worker didn't know who he messed with,
So I pulled that shit with my chain, he was open mouthed and Skeptic,
Shit ran off the tracks, to show him how I brake fake mc's apart,
Broke it down piece by piece, turned this train into a fuckin shoppin cart
Told him it was nothin, but his stench stayed like some stinky ass fart,
I laughed cus he got played, judged by looks, but I played him like a harp,
And told him to watch my grip, cus when I hit my shit is very sharp,
Then I asked him, didn't you know pushin my limits brought you this fate?
Nigga I didn't just become this all of a sudden, I heild pieces to weight


If anything needed to be explained ask

time racing
chryimes facing
my minds chasing
....the dream distant


loosing dead weight's
abusing dead greats
confusing dead trait
.........im chained to my past

Light at the end becomes apparent
I might defend the repaditive parrot
my lifes depends on gold pure carret
............ theres no turning back

I may drop to this another time, looks like a god one...

step inside,a mind,see how contortion rules the more you enter
foolin the blind...'n ignorant,just take a look at the core,the center
it's like hell in the middle,with small traces of heaven around
but the plains ain't real,only the track..but it's shredding itself down
Do the evil work in your life,and watch a chain tie to your brain
And the train,in you,begins to crumble 'n leave you dry 'n insane
Spend some time in the flame,feelin the pain,but you can't go back 'n run
cuz soon enough,you'll see in the distance,that the tracks are done,
it's broken & disintergrated...into peices,there's nothing left in sight
But it's all your fault,so your going in that permanant rest tonight
ya' fall down,chain breaks..ending a life in the progress
no witnesses,'cept for the winged creatures,who God blessed
with the gift to dwell in the depths of the soul in every one of us,
who's sole purpose is to watch,'n find out when to put in gun 'n bust

Blah...bored.

watching as my mind spins off the track of reality into the depth they call insanity,
i've lost my bearing..... my grip on what this world wants of me,
yes, i see the light, but there's no end to the tunnel,
i desperately reach out my chain, each link has helped me,
but together they are not strong enough, the chain is not long enough,
to help me grapple back on to my self,
a bird watches it all go down.... that bird is humanity,
the bird waits to see me near the end of the track then shit on me as i sound my horn for help,
my train very well perish, my track very well may have come to an end,
but my greatest fear?.... my greatest fear is that a part of me wants to be that bird,
the Devil's bird that perches there and does nothing but watch the destruction.....

I ride these tracks like a train
 

Strolled in train ,when suddenly it's shakes.....brakes hold the insane
cause the back tires flew off and threw off the driver, who noticed a chain
was holdin back this beast, so i focused on the tracks just to notice suddenly
that the tracks came to end and with a bend, so we'd all end up rotten meat
see the vast fields of high grass, wouldn't let our scream surpass
to a helping ear, so the fear grasped and some pasengers gasped
for a last breath as the train, now a ferocious pitbull off it's leash
would soon get on a path in which death we were to meet

No one ever reads these... What ever happened to the monthly winners that use to be on here for each picture?