lyrically I'm supposed to be the tightest, highest power.//
but writings my dire shadow, cast by tha pure light of god's fire halo.//
it's dark which sparks a brain-storm of way more than plain flow.//
sane no-more, my mind's ignited like a volcano about ta blow.//
heat like hell, parallel to the furance, parel for eternit.. y.// (y = ee)
locked in with no hopes to turn this.. key.//
stuck, luck. none.. fucked.. where to turn.. I got one word.. GUN.//
load 8 weights one at a time in a verticle line.//
cock back an' take aim on my face, it's not murda, it's suicide.//
who am I.. where'd I go, I'm scared, desparity takes hold.//
it's cold, clamy hands seem to ceize my soul.//
freeze my bones as a shiver runs up my spine.//
try'n hide, but still in plain site, pain steaks hard ta fight.//
came for fame but left with less than I brang.//
it ain't a thang just fucked up how tha world works this way....
don't ya think.....

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uppin' 4 sleeperz

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THE IDEA WAS THERE JUST NEEDED SO BRUSHING UP

Yeah, I agree with him^, I liked the flow though... had pretty good wordplay, and... well, maybe it's just me, but it's pretty short... you could have made it longer...
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I was just bored...

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