Lately,I've been searching for peace/Looking from the west to east/Knowing that I cannot change my lease/My mind has resulted in a backwards spelled raw/That I cannot seem to overcome/I don’t feel complete/I’m empty inside/So loneliness it what makes me weak/I’m fallen/Only to be held up by means of spiritual/So it would be a miracle/If I can get over this with a breakdown that’s lyrical
See I’m confused as to the world I live in/How much it’s been consumed with sin/And the acceptance that we could care less/But see I believe that the deaths of those in power/Was conspired by those who tower/Over or communities/Basically the cops! Look at our figures Abe Lincoln and Dr. King/There assassins were caught/But certainly taught/Rather instilled that would be fine in prison/Though they were lied to/Cause see the cops couldn’t tell the truth/But then they got smarter/And used the East Coast-West Coast Beef as a barter/And had two influential rappers become hip hop martyrs/And their cases will still be open at the birth of my granddaughter/So no longer do I listen to cops lies/As they continue hide/Fallacies through eyes/That no one cares to notice, cries
So I’m trying to open eyes to see what we lack to notice/It seems my only way though may be through rhyming words that are spoken/In the like of Common/But I don’t have a deal the makes Sense/So I’m confined to a pen and paper/And to an internet control by those same liars/Who may now conspire/To find a way/To have my words retired
I pay attention to many/And see how their love is plenty/And how quickly they’re in and out/So honestly does anyone these days know what love is about/No one stays together for 28years like my folks/Once they have kids/Their relationships are up in smokes/I’m concerned as to what the non Hip Hop music has done to our brains/Because instead of kissing like we’ll never see each other again/We’re both out running game/Scared to settle because of past pains/But why should that stop us if it’s God’s wish to share names/But then again who’s praying these days
I’m falling further/Only to be held up spiritual/So it would be a miracle/If I can get over this emptiness I call I breakdown/Lyrical
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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