fighting to win
Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 12:55 pm
its ten-to-2 mind asking if ive been-a-fool
cuz i bend-the-rules an sometimes im dim-an-cruel
will i win-or-lose or even cross the finish-line
speed limit-signs passed as im stuck wit a cynics-mind
no timid-crimes cuz i never think-for-i-act
on the brink-of-attacts as i put another chink-in-my-mask
yeah i drink-an-i-laugh but its only to hide-away
the silent-pains of feeling broken in a violent-way
theres no light-of-day at the end of this-tunnel
broke an dis-gruntled buildin high till the shit-crumbles
i trip an i stumble but i aways seem to catch-my-step
i always test-the-flex til im trapt in the mesh-of-nets
an i cant catch-my-breath slowly heaving-an-puffing
leaving-it-stuffed-in planting the seeds-of-destruction
im needing-some-substance so i fill the void-wit-drugs
im devoid-of-love like the smoke that destroys-ya-lungs
so i deploy-my-guns and put up these high-barriers
an hide in side-areas running from these lie-carries
am i-barely-here? or am i just trying-to-justify
as im frying-these-crusted-eyes or vying-for-rusted-pride
cuz im dying-from-junk-inside and i got to seek-release
the path is sleek-an-greased an im trying to keep-the-peace
my gears seem bleek-an-seized an i dont know if i can-escape
as i gravi-tate slowly to a shattered an fractured-state
can i capture-fate or just end up as another-casualty
another-catastropy trying to win while smothered-by-gravity?
cuz i bend-the-rules an sometimes im dim-an-cruel
will i win-or-lose or even cross the finish-line
speed limit-signs passed as im stuck wit a cynics-mind
no timid-crimes cuz i never think-for-i-act
on the brink-of-attacts as i put another chink-in-my-mask
yeah i drink-an-i-laugh but its only to hide-away
the silent-pains of feeling broken in a violent-way
theres no light-of-day at the end of this-tunnel
broke an dis-gruntled buildin high till the shit-crumbles
i trip an i stumble but i aways seem to catch-my-step
i always test-the-flex til im trapt in the mesh-of-nets
an i cant catch-my-breath slowly heaving-an-puffing
leaving-it-stuffed-in planting the seeds-of-destruction
im needing-some-substance so i fill the void-wit-drugs
im devoid-of-love like the smoke that destroys-ya-lungs
so i deploy-my-guns and put up these high-barriers
an hide in side-areas running from these lie-carries
am i-barely-here? or am i just trying-to-justify
as im frying-these-crusted-eyes or vying-for-rusted-pride
cuz im dying-from-junk-inside and i got to seek-release
the path is sleek-an-greased an im trying to keep-the-peace
my gears seem bleek-an-seized an i dont know if i can-escape
as i gravi-tate slowly to a shattered an fractured-state
can i capture-fate or just end up as another-casualty
another-catastropy trying to win while smothered-by-gravity?