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...Tha Payn's Diary...
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July 6th, 2005 @ 8:33 a.m.
...yeah diz 1 here is called "Tha Crossroads Of Life"... so just look & observe da best in action ~*Verse 1*~ His qualities qualify him for freedom from growin' up breakin' rules claimin' he doesn't need-em' then reality gives him a little present hatred appears to his presence and his self-esteem lessens' hearts burstin' knowin' deaths lurkin' and he is certain that lifes no longer workin' and it is hurtin' his heart, feelin' trapped deep inside tries to find that line that will get him through the hard time' that his mind has suffered with tears through the years when his fears had escalated over peers and it appears his precious moments decreased and let go of the bible, god became his opponent if he couldn't defeat the master-of-us he would be shattered-in-cuffs and life be splattered-to-dust it's up to him to choose a side-to-take bad or evil? his lifes a mistake, or possibly his lifes-a-fake? ~*Chorus: 2x*~ the crossroads of life can change reality mess with your mentality and bring on fatality nothing comes easy always an obstacle what do you expect liven through devils opticals ~*Verse 2*~ passion for escapin' would grow-quick he tried for jobs, but at the interviews he'd happen to blow-it couldn't do nothin' right kept failing his lifes been pushed off the 'dock' his soul stopped 'sailing' he's headed nowhere cept' the gutter bad things would repeat itself, his livin' life was all a stutter soon drugs became his needed prize then woke up every mornin' headaches with bleedin' eyes and to our surprise he actually liked it people come see him to help, look for drugs, but he'd hide it he had nothing left but pills in his life a box in an alley for roof, garbage for food, and a bloody knife it is all he had it was his protection from poor to injections, damn sure headed in wrong direction he didn't believe in faith no-more,-nope only believed he's closer to fate he felt he had no-more-hope scracthes on this poor man appeared from over the years he suffered through fears and the tears now everyday this mans heart softened eyes darker cause soon enough his next home was the coffin' R.I.P. Soldier
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