Observations strike harder than any human weapon could possibly smite, The courage you might garner when you’re so lost in the night, Too exhausted to fight, you pause for a sight, Of the frost and it bites as you pay the cost to be right, The loss of your sight is the product of being told to see, In all the floss and the hype, I lost my soul for what they sold to me, Feel so cold and weak, motivational factors are gone, Try to hold the beat as I try rap on this song, Ain’t done a track in so long I’m starting to doubt, So the knack is still strong but don’t know what my heart is about, Sit in the dark and I shout, I’m so stuck in the zone, The pain is so sharp and no doubt I feel fucking alone, But fuck it, it’s known, it all boils down to true skill, If you don’t believe on your own, then tell me who will? So I can be the misfit, I’m cool, I’m perfectly fine, Long as I can spit sick whenever I spin a verse in a rhyme. Often the world beats you down and you are also denied, The chance to be free, you found that you lost your pride, The cost so high, just to not even live but exist, He who wants to fly will be hit by the fist, Wings clipped and left crippled and broken, So I sing scripts to make ripples in oceans, The admission of quotients of helplessness and despair, But to help self is to bless, it’s so very rare, So many dare to fight for a dream, die for a vision, So prepare for the night, it’s obscene, the tryin’ conditions, I try to envision, what if I just believe all that I heard, Gave up on my mission, then my own fall I observe, But my balls and my word, that’s what I must always keep, This way is always steep, so let them call their chief, Bring all their beef, I will never halt, they speak, By these balls, their feet will all stay weak, I ain’t going down, that’s just not how it goes down, Ain’t no clown, so the show now is a motherfucking showdown.
damn, u back and nobody's paying attention? fuck is up
The loss of your sight is the product of being told to see, In all the floss and the hype, I lost my soul for what they sold to me,
that shit right there is poetry! ...i felt this was on some story telling shit and i really felt the shit, anyway i'm tired so i dunno what to type but u already know what it is
Dope drop alist... would sound sik on audio... cant wait to here that... flow was cool lyrics n subject was nice too... keep at it... nice to see u bak
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