My Twisted Perspective
Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 3:15 am
the range of pain released and strained against the current
urging the purest flows lapped with in my surplus
brain needing service not nourished feeling drained and strung out
isnt it dumb how we chase our dreams until the road runs out?
some doubt me they think i'm stuck in a rut wit no prospects
wonder why im not lost yet, like i grabbed my dream and tossed it
feeling like a hostage held against my will feeling forced in
im fighting hells horsemen as the devil digs his forks in
mind in contortions hopeless finding life as a solemn gimmick
i often witness crimes against my life by me like a fallen cynic
i all is twisted leaving me bruised confused and in the slums
this sinning tongue will have me facing death when it comes
is the beginning done or have i just started on this winding trail
i find i fail on a daily gaining knowledge but behind the sails
i lying stale feeling hopeless losing focus with my mind state
as the crime rate in my state rises when i decline faith
am i late or am i on time it seems my arrival has been postponed
most groan under the strain of life but i wont go prone
or go home cause hip hop means more than that to me
it would be to easy to drop rap and live me life in the past movies
is that truely what you want from me or is this all in my perspective
feeling neglected and disrespected but i stay true, im authentic
urging the purest flows lapped with in my surplus
brain needing service not nourished feeling drained and strung out
isnt it dumb how we chase our dreams until the road runs out?
some doubt me they think i'm stuck in a rut wit no prospects
wonder why im not lost yet, like i grabbed my dream and tossed it
feeling like a hostage held against my will feeling forced in
im fighting hells horsemen as the devil digs his forks in
mind in contortions hopeless finding life as a solemn gimmick
i often witness crimes against my life by me like a fallen cynic
i all is twisted leaving me bruised confused and in the slums
this sinning tongue will have me facing death when it comes
is the beginning done or have i just started on this winding trail
i find i fail on a daily gaining knowledge but behind the sails
i lying stale feeling hopeless losing focus with my mind state
as the crime rate in my state rises when i decline faith
am i late or am i on time it seems my arrival has been postponed
most groan under the strain of life but i wont go prone
or go home cause hip hop means more than that to me
it would be to easy to drop rap and live me life in the past movies
is that truely what you want from me or is this all in my perspective
feeling neglected and disrespected but i stay true, im authentic