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11-07-03, 05:29 PM | #1 | ||
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The pain is promised
IP:
The pain is promised //
My temper flaring to the point of blazing forest// An to be honest, this shits-sickning// My litch thinking is going down "deep" like a "ship-sinking"// i cant wait so im killing off PATIENTS like the prescriptions of doc HAROLD SHIPMAN// Fell from the sorrow imbedded in each flow// These manz cudnt fit in my shoes if dey stuffed tissue in front of each toe // Failing-to-rest, cuz each time i lay in my bed it feels like ders nails-in-my-chest// Faking my death and taking-the-blame// Falling-in-shame, Im on dis, a convict// Prevented to escape with a ball-and-a-chain// All is the same; i battle you for a rap or 2// madness~looms through the trail of ganga~fumes// When mad or brewd my stress tolls in a savage~mood// Expanded views but im still just an average~yout// The spawn born from a battered~womb, brain dead laying in scattered~tombs// fassys can safely assume through their bogus hand-shaking// But i can witness the deceitful glaze in their eyez that stands-blatent// Plans they make for moneys got dem pranged shaking So called mates, hate for cowards that hide behind fakes// your lifes a SNOWFLAKE dream, my stress imitates the pressures when BOUDARY LINES BREAK// Feeling enuff pain to scare-omens, growing blood pressure busts veins// So much strain its bare-potent, and seeing the "blues" like lost "boat men"// Shits real, no joke ting, I deal wit these sadistic opponents // As a black man i feels like a piece of SHIT in a FIELD FULL OF ROSES// Your Monotonous flows keeps my thoughts impose from exploding// The chosen one, my rhymes were wrote for the quoting // My Emotions sick, spits suppose // That my voice is apposing a threat // I feel brokin-n-vexed, my dicks choking these skets// Flow through existence and sail-to-the-left// Life is a journey I hope I aint failed-in-my-quest// I'm held-on-dis-stress walking through hell// Talk to myself, i feel the pain impaled-on-my-creaps// Feel like I've been held by the head and crucified wit a nail-in-my-chest// I'm trapped and jail-by-dis-shit it cud bring a tear-2-my-I// But in mind of timid emotions, I lack the feelings to cry// You cant see the fear in my eye, dis shit beats me inside// No peace in my mind, fuck insecurities dat eat me alive // My insecurities cuds beat and leave me to die// For my dayz 2 end I cant wait .. I cant wait // To Stop my heart rate ,dine on the food from my last plate// To the end im half way// Cus I feel like in the "HUMAN RACE" I'm coming out "LAST PLACE"// |
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