Chuck...
Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 1:08 am
"The unreal is more powerful than the real.
Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
Its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.
Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.
But things as fragile as a thought, a dream,
a legend, they can go on and on"
....
work hard to achieve, so its hard to believe
that everything you've done, can fade to dark n' jus' cease
been thinkin' bout life, n' im tryna harden beliefs
its all right wing, left wing , im just tryna find a part in between
my heart isn't keen, so sometimes its hard to keep focused
seek poets, speak slower, my minds open, it aint harnessed to me
where i need to be, seems the farthest a field
stolen hearts and stolen minds our crimes where you can pardon the thief
im starting to feel, i create genius, like the spark or the wheel
my minds hungry to learn more, but laziness means its been starvin for weeks
crew rolls large, a few deep, but more and more it seems i got less partners ta meet
got dawgs who are all bite, but i know they'd never bark in the streets
i may be heartless in speech, im the darkest to speak
cut throats of rough folks so the young got a carcus ta eat
is the world really worth all the varnish and sheen?
in a reality of 'perfection', i'll stand apart tarnished and free'
honest, im seein'.... a loss, no hope for the godless AND sheep
stay in a daze, sparkle, sparkle.. dont know if its the stars or the sea...
Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
Its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.
Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.
But things as fragile as a thought, a dream,
a legend, they can go on and on"
....
work hard to achieve, so its hard to believe
that everything you've done, can fade to dark n' jus' cease
been thinkin' bout life, n' im tryna harden beliefs
its all right wing, left wing , im just tryna find a part in between
my heart isn't keen, so sometimes its hard to keep focused
seek poets, speak slower, my minds open, it aint harnessed to me
where i need to be, seems the farthest a field
stolen hearts and stolen minds our crimes where you can pardon the thief
im starting to feel, i create genius, like the spark or the wheel
my minds hungry to learn more, but laziness means its been starvin for weeks
crew rolls large, a few deep, but more and more it seems i got less partners ta meet
got dawgs who are all bite, but i know they'd never bark in the streets
i may be heartless in speech, im the darkest to speak
cut throats of rough folks so the young got a carcus ta eat
is the world really worth all the varnish and sheen?
in a reality of 'perfection', i'll stand apart tarnished and free'
honest, im seein'.... a loss, no hope for the godless AND sheep
stay in a daze, sparkle, sparkle.. dont know if its the stars or the sea...