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Contemplating With A Gun.......And Life
on the edge...contemplating with a gun...defining death...
block out all the actions around me...become purposely deaf... pondering...extracting bad thoughs from my mind... i want to be known as happy...if i finally decide to die... the gun shakes...as if it really wants to be used... My life isnt worth living...been brutally abused... fine physically...but mentally...i'm bruised... ...i dont want continue... i want to die...holdin back tears...even though i'm alone... ...i feel i'll look silly if i cry... on the edge...contemplating with a gun...defining death... block out all the actions around me...become purposely deaf... ...i realize...somehow this world isnt right... no one ever has a happy life...'all been through some kind of strife... ...hurt in some way...tears or blood shed... ...always something painful has to be said... pondering...extracting bad thoughs from my mind... i want to be known as happy...if i finally decide to die... |
Cold shyt kid....Makes U feel like your in your "mind" and seeing thru your eyes......Good flow and I like how U wrote it in blurbs instead of regular lyrics
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ill... i liked this piece... death is a complicated subject, you made it look like pre-school work... keep rhymin
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thats sick, kinda depressing......but like flex said it gets you kinda thinking from your point of view in a way.....keep it up
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it was a tight piece.. stayed with topic.. only suggestion is you shouldn't have a hook in such a short spit..
"on the edge...contemplating with a gun...defining death... block out all the actions around me...become purposely deaf..." it was a'ight but wears thin... uppin' |
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