The King....
Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:49 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRU86rSFB7w[/video]
Stood beneath the walkway, talking of limitations
imitations, invitations to the sight of different nations
equipped, appraised in, this sick imagination
put up a few others, and left em beneath twisted paintings
where the world stared down, stars of another world
and seen eruptions that left the scars of the underworld
dwelling, selling a dream through the corporations
where they say, if your soul is given for the poorest statement
you will see, a brighter future, we would like to use ya
as a puppet, to dance with this mixture of mic abusers
who preach, and claim to give you a upside to these hills
covered in the pairings of faults, it becomes life, unrevealed
but upfront, like the payments to mortgage this lifestyle
you find trials and tribulations, give them light smiles
something to hide it, like a veil to the eastern hemisphere
cleanse ya fears, with showers of praise, let lessons near
but never appear to take the guidance, a fake enviroment
the watchers of the sky, that leave this stake wired in
that take flyer men to a higher sense, once collided with...
the ground where tire's spin, fellow men kno the requirements
and steal the flame like prometheus to set up a tighter trend
this is what I tire with, but still the thought formulates
it's harder to understand cuz my thoughts are the sword of fate
pulled outta the stone I was set in, till the light starts reflectin'
and history has forgotten the king that has got the messages....
damn.....
Stood beneath the walkway, talking of limitations
imitations, invitations to the sight of different nations
equipped, appraised in, this sick imagination
put up a few others, and left em beneath twisted paintings
where the world stared down, stars of another world
and seen eruptions that left the scars of the underworld
dwelling, selling a dream through the corporations
where they say, if your soul is given for the poorest statement
you will see, a brighter future, we would like to use ya
as a puppet, to dance with this mixture of mic abusers
who preach, and claim to give you a upside to these hills
covered in the pairings of faults, it becomes life, unrevealed
but upfront, like the payments to mortgage this lifestyle
you find trials and tribulations, give them light smiles
something to hide it, like a veil to the eastern hemisphere
cleanse ya fears, with showers of praise, let lessons near
but never appear to take the guidance, a fake enviroment
the watchers of the sky, that leave this stake wired in
that take flyer men to a higher sense, once collided with...
the ground where tire's spin, fellow men kno the requirements
and steal the flame like prometheus to set up a tighter trend
this is what I tire with, but still the thought formulates
it's harder to understand cuz my thoughts are the sword of fate
pulled outta the stone I was set in, till the light starts reflectin'
and history has forgotten the king that has got the messages....
damn.....