im stressed
Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:42 am
im stressed out cause of my ex..aka "hobitch", lmao, so im gonna keystyle lol.
turning the page, yearning for days, concerning this cage/
perpetual chains, scars-left from heated arguments burning my face/
the hurt in my brain, is returning to stay/
and destroy my concience, as i deploy this nonsense/
my offset scriptures are godsent/
my sanity is my last bet, but its hooked in hypnosis and the traps set/
hopeless raps get...
corrosive to my self respect, and i cant help regret.../
cant help regret when i fell..forget/
wanna forget the moments when i was holdin the coldest most soul less/
monster with rose lips/
and kind eyes hiding whats inside its ferocious emotionless hostess...its hopeless/
could have hid my eyes but i chose ta look/
sitting with my lifes story before me, and its so unfamiliar though i wrote tha book/
so i disappear in a confusing mist/ feeling the uselessness/
looking in the mirror like "i donno who this is"/
an abused invisionist/
with suicidal recitals lacking the muse to slit his wrists/
so chain smokes cigarittes/
just hopin it did the trick/
last couple lines were prewrite but they seemed to fit into what i was keystyling so i used it.
hmm, definately gonna work on this more, and make it into a song called "suicidal recitals"
turning the page, yearning for days, concerning this cage/
perpetual chains, scars-left from heated arguments burning my face/
the hurt in my brain, is returning to stay/
and destroy my concience, as i deploy this nonsense/
my offset scriptures are godsent/
my sanity is my last bet, but its hooked in hypnosis and the traps set/
hopeless raps get...
corrosive to my self respect, and i cant help regret.../
cant help regret when i fell..forget/
wanna forget the moments when i was holdin the coldest most soul less/
monster with rose lips/
and kind eyes hiding whats inside its ferocious emotionless hostess...its hopeless/
could have hid my eyes but i chose ta look/
sitting with my lifes story before me, and its so unfamiliar though i wrote tha book/
so i disappear in a confusing mist/ feeling the uselessness/
looking in the mirror like "i donno who this is"/
an abused invisionist/
with suicidal recitals lacking the muse to slit his wrists/
so chain smokes cigarittes/
just hopin it did the trick/
last couple lines were prewrite but they seemed to fit into what i was keystyling so i used it.
hmm, definately gonna work on this more, and make it into a song called "suicidal recitals"