Christmas
Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 12:47 pm
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I guess late now but I've been out of town since the holidays. Either way, somethin' different..more emotion less punch.
Ever heard the story of Christmas from the heteral beings
Such an incredible season falsified wit no betable reasons
Here comes an ethical treason from a page that troubles back
a Pagans muffled past that this day is based from other facts
They pray & created the coming acts that was too tough to remember
The 12 day Wiseman march was impossible in the month of December
It's like bein' cut wit a splinner, to believe this could oppose 'em
That it was too cold in the manger, that baby Jesus would have frozen
A genious look from the Romans, to actualy face the rest mistaken
& take the best from Pagans, when really they replaced a celebration
They were scared of the masses and the false religion
So I guess the cost of livin' is offed & givin', from the call of Christians
Now I'm often sickened, but I was raised to believe in faith
My hate is pleased & faked cos Im a man that takes & concieves his hate
I don't care what the real truth is, I decide what makes a fraud
And I believe my father, the same father that now stays wit God
Right before I pull up to the cemetary, you notice my car & the brake lights
I stop, & want to wake up from a bad dream but I'm only left wit a gravesite
My breath won't escape right, so I drop wit a bend in my knees
Silence is the only friend to my greive thats broken by the wind in the trees
Some things, I can't understand, if I only hear my mom cry in bed
& My heart decides my death how come her tears are in my eyes instead
everything is so cold & damp, I believe the poem bout Jesus thats told wit sand
So God, if I'm lettin' ya son carry me, let my father at least hold my hand
1/out...
there-vt20076.html#p160489
I guess late now but I've been out of town since the holidays. Either way, somethin' different..more emotion less punch.
Ever heard the story of Christmas from the heteral beings
Such an incredible season falsified wit no betable reasons
Here comes an ethical treason from a page that troubles back
a Pagans muffled past that this day is based from other facts
They pray & created the coming acts that was too tough to remember
The 12 day Wiseman march was impossible in the month of December
It's like bein' cut wit a splinner, to believe this could oppose 'em
That it was too cold in the manger, that baby Jesus would have frozen
A genious look from the Romans, to actualy face the rest mistaken
& take the best from Pagans, when really they replaced a celebration
They were scared of the masses and the false religion
So I guess the cost of livin' is offed & givin', from the call of Christians
Now I'm often sickened, but I was raised to believe in faith
My hate is pleased & faked cos Im a man that takes & concieves his hate
I don't care what the real truth is, I decide what makes a fraud
And I believe my father, the same father that now stays wit God
Right before I pull up to the cemetary, you notice my car & the brake lights
I stop, & want to wake up from a bad dream but I'm only left wit a gravesite
My breath won't escape right, so I drop wit a bend in my knees
Silence is the only friend to my greive thats broken by the wind in the trees
Some things, I can't understand, if I only hear my mom cry in bed
& My heart decides my death how come her tears are in my eyes instead
everything is so cold & damp, I believe the poem bout Jesus thats told wit sand
So God, if I'm lettin' ya son carry me, let my father at least hold my hand
1/out...