Trapped (Seeking Freedom)
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 6:20 am
Alright, it's been awhile...
It's an invasion like I been caged in, enraged with
How I became faceless among the ranks since
My reality came then, pushed me out the play pen
Made me exchange it for a suit and a briefcase when
I dont want to be famous, locally, for something nameless
Where words have no range it's more like a pain meant
To batter this heart and break it, nothing to replace it
Trying to retain grips before I go insane, which
Has probably flooded my brain thick, like a train hit
While life's rain spits about re-living this same twist
Like it's my day to day fix and, to date, kicks
My ass, bringing back this hatred, of where my fame sits
When I'd rather trade it all for a bucket of today's piss
Which wouldnt change bits or pieces of life's lameness
No sugar, whole grain mix, smiles without a face lift
Success level below basements, such ordinary statements
Chicks, I gave up the chase quick, most of ya'll aint shit
Looking for a replacement is like chewing up a fake brick
Swing for fences, barely get base hits, I cant take it
I wouldnt do it over again, who would wanna replay this?!?
Instead I'd shake clips until my body takes six
Bullets aimed for placement in my chestplate, ribs
Til they create rips, tear through me then stick eight kids
Ending a lost soul, tasteless, seeming to reach for greatness......
It's an invasion like I been caged in, enraged with
How I became faceless among the ranks since
My reality came then, pushed me out the play pen
Made me exchange it for a suit and a briefcase when
I dont want to be famous, locally, for something nameless
Where words have no range it's more like a pain meant
To batter this heart and break it, nothing to replace it
Trying to retain grips before I go insane, which
Has probably flooded my brain thick, like a train hit
While life's rain spits about re-living this same twist
Like it's my day to day fix and, to date, kicks
My ass, bringing back this hatred, of where my fame sits
When I'd rather trade it all for a bucket of today's piss
Which wouldnt change bits or pieces of life's lameness
No sugar, whole grain mix, smiles without a face lift
Success level below basements, such ordinary statements
Chicks, I gave up the chase quick, most of ya'll aint shit
Looking for a replacement is like chewing up a fake brick
Swing for fences, barely get base hits, I cant take it
I wouldnt do it over again, who would wanna replay this?!?
Instead I'd shake clips until my body takes six
Bullets aimed for placement in my chestplate, ribs
Til they create rips, tear through me then stick eight kids
Ending a lost soul, tasteless, seeming to reach for greatness......