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Blame?
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My first open mic......Blame?
My dreams mislead, either the noble road or path of greed// Seed within, in deep:demons feed, deep within my soul it breads// Makes it hard to breath, got me questioning the lord above himself// I know he provides my health, yet Im left askin him what else?// I don't question exsistance, except possibly what I meant by these questions....// Are that I made them to question fate, how orthodox are God's lessons?// Or should I place blame on society? Slappin' restrictions when I try n' speak// Or the glimmer of hope made appear to vanish in front of my eyes, entirely// Or maybe the pressures of today, elders expected me to look a certain way// Talk, walk, and live a certain place, shun hip hop and slap a grin to my face?// There's the dark shadow of hate, discrimination, hard hidin' from racism// Wit whites n' blacks hatin' skins, who cares about color? Then again look at God for makin'em// Today and everyday, lost a little spirit thats gone away// Prayin' to a higher place, hopin' I can keep a little to stay awake// From eternal sleep, my mumured speach ignites like a flame// Mother? Father? God? My conscience urges me to seek the blame// Is he punishing the world for damaging the air and trees? Or just me?// I can't see past the haze,seems commercialism got me to the point I cannot see// What has world sucome to? Goverment, UN, laws...are all irrevelant// To the point people blowin themselves up and a dunce is granted President// But a teen will never get, a chance to express himself, never the benefit// It's just "Look good for the 6 o'clock news" and that my friend is the end of it// But I don't feel anger, that'll lead me to become the teen stereotype// And blame the world for my life, take away my pain with gun or knife// But that's not me, I live nearly on the verge of expressionless actions// My theory: If life throws bricks of shit then why not build yaself a mansion?// So amongst the pain, my role, my path, my beliefs all stay the same// Because I do believe in God....For I have no one else to blame........ Today and everyday, lost a little spirit thats gone away// Prayin' to a higher place, hopin' I can keep a little to stay awake// From eternal sleep, my mumured speach ignites up like a flame// Mother? Father? God? My conscience urges me to seek the blame// |
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