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Old 01-17-04, 08:47 AM   #1
Ill-Fresh
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From: C-Town
Enemies & Myself

IP:

...speak my thoughts...
...prejudice gates often combine - leave me hangin like grapes on a vine -
then i grip a mic - or sit and type - or sit and write - my mind sick
of the fight - my temper slips and ignites - im tired of pretending -
im tired of be friending - the fight never ending - not getting
across the message i am sending - no matter how hard i try - it
still tears apart my life - afraid of my chasin my dreams like the
cars sick type - cruisin and loosin my youth - speakin the facts yet
loosin the truth - loosin sight of what is real - holdin tight but cant
grasp what i feel - i bare it all like the naked - dont care at all if i
make it - stare all you want i can take it - i just cant take all the
fakeness - and i am contemplatin why you wont listen - like
hypocrits you lie and want forgiveness - please just hear me out -
but the truth hurts so youll probly fear me now - but you wont
understand - you wont try to be a man - and try to be a friend - i
hope this puts a tear in your heart - i hope now you are aware of your heart - dont be pre judge quit your stares and your remarks...

hook: 2x
...i just try to laugh it off...i just try until the end...
...but they cant grasp the talk...wont let the voice speak within...

...thoughts to myself...
...a clip of thoughts enters my mind - no doubt i drift in thoughts
from time to time - but i try to remind myself bout trip of the real
life - sometimes i feel i cant go on - dunno whats real and right
from wrong - suicide enters my mind - open a drawer and grip on the knife - look in the mirror what is life - i only grow older in time -
life only grows colder at night - what is the meanin - to life what
is the reasonin - ask yourself why you keep on believin - just run
away - the fun dont stay - life then begins to bore - my thoughts
then decore - it anit over like what of the life of a whore -
everyone goes through drama - whos the babies daddy and
where is your drunk mama - please dont end my life with a period
give me apause of a comma - i drown in my thoughts and the
blood spills - i awake from my trans and put away the drugs and
pills - who am i - who am i...

hook: 2x
...i just try to laugh it off...i just try until the end...
...but they cant grasp the talk...wont let the voice speak within...


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1st verse...
a message to those who will listen

2nd verse...
thoughts and things i go through
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