Understand
Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:04 pm
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take a second now and vision the road
while i expose the gravel and grit by the tip of your toes
put your sandles to the side while we walk on this path
and look slowly at the farmers cutting all of their grass
you see this journey i provide to you is nothing but real
facts unveiled from the grain off the front of the mill
something to spill malt liquor and blood for our daily departed
mailing a martyr for ashes that remain in the garbage
i have a lot of scars to open and bare in this world
starting with care for the girls that i compared to a pearl
love left me confused among stress as i spewed
my best interest on a terrestial cruise
i was so caught up as an effectionate dude
that i couldnt tell the difference between the lessons and rules
You, know who im rapping bout the one i made a song for..
and later despises once repeated on a sound board
right about now i feel stupid by writing this track for you
bet you loved it when them haters had spoke of that wack boy who
gave you the time of day any other nigga would laugh it
still i put up with your shit..just like an asscrack
i never thought i would be dating a hoe
to be honest im not astonished our relationships closed
i dedicate this to..oh,forget the acronyms your nothing now
who would have known joel to snuggle with a subtle clown
at least i know your history but thats shits gross enough
you chose to put more flags in your hand than a local postal truck
its time i opened up about the way you treated me
you slept with 5 niggas at once, please have some deceny
then you try to speak to me to make the stories leave evasive
sorry to say but i heard it was more than 3 occasions..
you dont owe me an apology,honestly
cause from what i know love doesnt exist in a hoes philosophy
every phase feels like lonely day proposing rage
most times i go insane or mope and throw my notes away
than hope the solar rays dipose whats wrote in scolding flames
getting rid of whats left of my olden brain from golden days
still my vocals stay in the mixcraft with riff raff
that i once delivered open handed just like a bitch slap
how could i kid that depression is a friend to me
we have our ups and downs, depending on our energy
she tends to say i think to much of myself
and nothing would help my persona if i comfort her health
on other occasions it must be confusing she says im soothing when in happy thoughts
which should i choose this is tacky ya'll
the sadness makes me feel good inside
but when im glad its like the acts make the lord cry and seal up the sky
and the rain falls on my scalp taking me back again
to the times i'd weep,before letting the laughing vent
take a second now and vision the road
while i expose the gravel and grit by the tip of your toes
put your sandles to the side while we walk on this path
and look slowly at the farmers cutting all of their grass
you see this journey i provide to you is nothing but real
facts unveiled from the grain off the front of the mill
something to spill malt liquor and blood for our daily departed
mailing a martyr for ashes that remain in the garbage
i have a lot of scars to open and bare in this world
starting with care for the girls that i compared to a pearl
love left me confused among stress as i spewed
my best interest on a terrestial cruise
i was so caught up as an effectionate dude
that i couldnt tell the difference between the lessons and rules
You, know who im rapping bout the one i made a song for..
and later despises once repeated on a sound board
right about now i feel stupid by writing this track for you
bet you loved it when them haters had spoke of that wack boy who
gave you the time of day any other nigga would laugh it
still i put up with your shit..just like an asscrack
i never thought i would be dating a hoe
to be honest im not astonished our relationships closed
i dedicate this to..oh,forget the acronyms your nothing now
who would have known joel to snuggle with a subtle clown
at least i know your history but thats shits gross enough
you chose to put more flags in your hand than a local postal truck
its time i opened up about the way you treated me
you slept with 5 niggas at once, please have some deceny
then you try to speak to me to make the stories leave evasive
sorry to say but i heard it was more than 3 occasions..
you dont owe me an apology,honestly
cause from what i know love doesnt exist in a hoes philosophy
every phase feels like lonely day proposing rage
most times i go insane or mope and throw my notes away
than hope the solar rays dipose whats wrote in scolding flames
getting rid of whats left of my olden brain from golden days
still my vocals stay in the mixcraft with riff raff
that i once delivered open handed just like a bitch slap
how could i kid that depression is a friend to me
we have our ups and downs, depending on our energy
she tends to say i think to much of myself
and nothing would help my persona if i comfort her health
on other occasions it must be confusing she says im soothing when in happy thoughts
which should i choose this is tacky ya'll
the sadness makes me feel good inside
but when im glad its like the acts make the lord cry and seal up the sky
and the rain falls on my scalp taking me back again
to the times i'd weep,before letting the laughing vent