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| Phenom | Kingz | Dabatos | TonySelf | Tha Q | Half Breed | Tito | 7th End | RV Radio  |
10-15-04, 05:14 PM
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::Perfect::World::
IP:
As I close my eyes and try to relax, I drift off, escape-ism.. where mothers keep babies and fathers don't rape women.. I'm floating, feeling weightless, but i'm still grounded.. zoned out, when the music stops, my hearts still poundin.. In unconsious patterns showin signs of music in the soul.. people hate me,regardless all i can do in return, is console.. sometimes i lose my grip and my life spirals out of control.. and deciphering reality becomes my one and only goal.. when life has turned for the worst good memories evaporate.. I just pray i reach you through this ink, drop the gun, lets clap the hate.. I must be dreaming, for once my mom isn't bictchin.. Pops isn't drunk, it smells like theres food in the kitchen.. My sisters arn't fighting, there both readin scripture.. And I'm the number 1 artist, with verbs i paint pictures.. the dog isn't barkin, he no longer fears strangers.. they are harmless, will it be like this years later?. I guess i never dropped out, my gpa is a solid 3.5 and everyones honest, no need to say "keep those lies".. this world is perfect, flawless in every way possible.. i ask myself, "could it be better" than answer "impossible".. How did this just happen? fuck, i forgot it's all a dream.. Funny how the longer I'm in it, the more real it all seems.. i stroll through the block, and i see theres no graffitti.. no one askin for pennis, no ones hungry or needy.. Talk to my homie, he's a ball player, low on knowledge.. Low and behold dudes not playin, he's goin to college.. My friends gonna be a rapper, atleast i thought he was.. now he wants to be a doctor, and learn what the body does.. I love all this, but i know damn good and well it's just a fallacy.. I better wake up quick before i lose grips of reality.. What the fuck is goin on now, everyone is different.. no more of lifes lessons, tragedy can't leave an imprint.. it's like we're under a spell, everyone seems to be flawless.. no more crack heads and rappers, just intellectuals and doctors.. If it wasn't for social problems, what the fuck would i write about?. without inspiration, good is callused, creativity is not aloud.. we are no longer unique, we're just generic ass, clones.. Our purpose eliminated, like throwing nothing but glass stones.. i guess we need chaos and turmoil, well it's my inclination.. to fuck things up again, perfection destroys inspiration..
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Seek & Destroy
We have fun in my basement Time is not long, and indecision is hells cemment. So the well is rented, untill heaven is relevant. Untill then, to be eloquent, sex cells, so le'ts cellibate. "watch what you watchin...fox keeps feedin' us toxin's..stop sleepin' start thinkin outside of the box and unplug from the matrix doctrine....but watch what you say cause big brother is watchin" - nas - sly fox The I.H.C.J.S.F.M.T.R.H.P.M.M.W.T.S.M.S.I.T.F.F.W.A.S. O Crew
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