Monday, March 20th 2006

Main focus: Santa Clause in a way

I saw a film, it was true, but I feel it'll 'still' the movement
hustle and flow, it was ill, but I don't know if I can build improvement..
with my location, my will in music can't even kill the nuisance
I feel secluded, I want delusion, it was a real illusion
I'm losing hope... am I climbing high or did I move the rope?
have my notes finally stopped escaping from a foolish throat?
I lossed my cause, my fighting, the trying, the mind tricks..
why? it's naive to believe this country will love more than white men..
this is nothing new, tupac realised that it's too much to do
I'm wondering if I should think of myself and get comfortable
I'm crushed, ima throw the towel in the hamper and stop..
who was I kidding, I won't win, even the panthers have flopped
I wanna seek an answer from god, shit.. it can't hurt to drop..
to my knees and pray, and I guess to feel the hand from the top
niggas dyin, but why should I care? if you knew you in prayors
of some, while people shooting you, they worse then dudes who'll spray 1st
cause those the faggots who actually think that they doin a favor
when really I don't believe that shit is even movin the maker
its so dark, as I grow it seems the entire planet falls
I guess I'll entitle the little hope I got left, Santa clause..


eh, I'm out, I havent even slept yet since my 1st entry -_- GEt online nejla