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7 Years Past
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alright first off I know it's long peeps but plz read it threw. all the stuff said in here mostly relates to things that have happened in my life so if u read through all of it leave me some feedback to. muchly apreciated. thanx in advance. enjoy the read.
posted in: Translucant, BigJoke, and High Class
Verse #1:
what u say, is what u see, and what u get is what u beef/
so go ahead, and disbelieve the facts laid down inside of me/
cuz in the end, I rip past this world of disgrace and dread/
like the cold blue steel, when I pump 3 in tha chest with this heated lead/
like christ, crucifixed to the cross/
left bloodied, an scarred in the land of lost/
but my faith for god, is without sight/
left to fight, try to survive this life/
but I say fuck the bible with pride, cuz if I've swollowed I woulda died/
cuz their ain't no fuckin light that will shine through my closed eyes/
so mom hear me now, cuz finally I speak my mind/
twist the crown, cuz corrupted visions blind my life/
Hook:
7 years past, my life, not left or felt with class/
like iron fist in this iron clad, mom neva think I'm comin back/
cuz I'm stayin here with my dad, cuz no longer can I take a stand/
to yo anger and rage, cuz that's left to sway, 7 years past/ 1
Verse #2:
eva since, my life in grade 6, I felt within, that suicide wasn’t a sin/
but when I was 10 years old, my boldness had grown cold/
thanx to u, the hole u shattered in my soul/
and it only got worse, when my dad nearly shipped out in a hearse/
with the accident, but the part which hurt, when u left, turned for worse/
so mom I say this now, as I stand here proud/
don’t yell, don’t shout, juss listen to your spouse/
so look, I neva wanted to be brought to court/
why’d u even hafta fight, shit u juss made it worse!/
Wish neva u woulda givin birth, to me/
fuck u stole from me 800 bucks with no guilt to see/
and I wondered how could that be? When I asked/
but I’m juss sick of havin to put up with yo fat ass/
fat chance of me eva comin back, that’s wack/
but u lack the caring thoughts, guess it’s from those drugs u like to u shoot up/
may not be true, heroin addict? I hope it’s not that to, or I’d hafta come back an cap u/
in defence for my lil bro, bitch I’ve seen the way u treat him so/
juss go back home, back to the fiery pits u once evoked/
Hook:
7 years past, my life, not left or felt with class/
like iron fist in this iron clad, mom neva think I'm comin back/
cuz I'm stayin here with my dad, cuz no longer can I take a stand/
to yo anger and rage, cuz that's left to sway, 7 years past/
Verse #3:
but my story ain’t over no, no, don’t even second ur thoughts thinkin I’m done wit u hoe/
left me alone, to fight my own survival in life cuz u just a bitch with no damn rights/
fuck a 9, cuz if I eva meant to kill u I’d use a knife/
blood shed an tears is all it’ll be tanight, that’s right/
suffer like I’ve suffered in the darkness, cuz light only shades my life/
stab stab and stab till I know ur gone, no breath in line of sight/
3 years and u never knew what was right from wrong/
couldn’t tell sunlight shine on me even if I sung u a song/
my feelings ripped, torn, thrown and gone/
and I always wondered, what the fuck drug u were on/
but I guess that’s life, shit end of a stick and u gotta live with it/
but I’m juss so sick, so sick of dealin with shit ppl bust with/
ppl cuss with, and fight, for what? To prove that u can tough out street life?/
Or is it about pride?, here’s a lesson, your more a man if u can walk away from a fight/
don’t strut, or slouch, don’t stutter or shout, don’t whisper around/
where rumors can always be found, just by a click of a sound, POW, POW/
the last sound before u reach 6 underground, 7 years past my life/
and sometimes I wonder and frown, of how I’ve been let down/
Hook:
7 years past, my life, not left or felt with class/
like iron fist in this iron clad, mom neva think I'm comin back/
cuz I'm stayin here with my dad, cuz no longer can I take a stand/
to yo anger and rage, cuz that's left to sway, 7 years past/
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