Give Me a Reason I Need To Breathe
Cuz Livin With Deceit Is Like a Disease
Bringin Me Down Coughin Blood On ma Sleeve
RIP I Gotta Father That left so Im A Bastard
Tell Him He Got Cut Outta My Life Like Cancer
Tell him if I See em Again I'll Holdem Fo Ransom
Kill Em Before I Get My Demands Answered
Put da Barrel To My Head n relieve this handgun
Chorus
Give me a Reason To Take My Pills
Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill
Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man
Give me A reason So I Can Understand
Verse 2
Fuck The Truth Cuz yall Cant Stand it
I Work With Rhymes Shakespeare Hamlet
Fuck the Universe or at least this planet
Betta Yet Fuck Hell Below God Damnit
Fuck The Success Imma Make
Take The Dough Im Bout To Take
Take The Loko Wit Da Cake
And Take The Slugs From Dis A-kay
Chorus
Give me a Reason To Take My Pills
Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill
Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man
Give me A reason So I Can Understand
Factually You Can Check Me N My Quotes
But If Ya Take My Lines I'll Slit Ya Throats
Hang Ya Ass From A Tree With A Rope
And Watch The Blood Pour Til Ya Choke
Take Ya Coke To Make a Profit
Take Ya Bank Key Imma Rob it
Take Ya Girl N Maker Shoplift
I Do What I Want N you aint Gone Stop It
Chorus
Give me a Reason To Take My Pills
Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill
Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man
Give me A reason So I Can Understand
Give me a Reason To Take My Pills
Give Soldiers A reason Not To Kill
Give Me A Reason To Stand as a Man
Give me A reason So I Can Understand
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Creative Thinking
Constantly Conscious In A Realm Of Unanswered thoughts
Shamelessly laying While Life Passes And I Just Sit N Watch
Unaware Of All Things Around Me Focused on Cognitive thoughts
Whispers In My Mind Remind me Of a Past left Us Un-Taught
Decades Gone By And im Feeling Like Im Drowning To Death
On The Air And The Air That Im Inhaling Wont Give Me Breath
Instead Its Filling my Lungs Ghastly With Nothing Else Left
So I Ask In my Will Gasping On My Last Leave out the rest
The rest Of My Past That Had You hated Me Factually
I Would Love Nothing better in my Death actually
more then a Personified Living Catastrophe
I Intend here n Now to Write My Masterpiece
Unanswered Prayers
Decomposing From Demons Depriving Me Of Nutrients
compromising My Body Away Fallin Apart Imcompitence
Damn these Demons that Dwell Inside me Reluctantly
I need God To Shine Down His Light Most Importantly
Tear These Terrorizing Things That Treat Me Terrably
God If You Were Only Here I Wish You I Could See
The Light Of Angels Awaken And Abolish Angered Beings
So Called Sanity Scratching Selectivley Hanging onto Cielings
Sweet Christ Of Im Considering You the Reason Why Im Breathing
And The Devil Destroying My Heart Is Dastardly The Reason Im Bleeding
Unconciously Im Falling Uncradled by Carried By The Air Im receiving
I Practice my Praying Publicly Infront Of Preachers Preaching Prayers
They Cast Out the Creatons Creating Cassualties Consuming Craters
Thank You God You Are My Savior Forever For Answerin Unanswered Prayers
Sharing Secrets With Serenadipity
Sharing Secrets With Serenadipity
Wishing All Is Well I Wither Misserably
While She Heals My Untamed Heart Mystically
She tells Me Thats Her In I Be A Great Emcee
to Both Make Rhythm N Rhym My Mastery
Equivickly Thats What Ive Wished To Be
Telling My Secrets As If they Were A Mystery
She Conncted Me Correctively Confincingly
I Never Thought It Be A Possability
For Me to Be Writing n Rhyming Wickedly
On Paper With Thoughts Of Favored Victory
you Dont Hear Me Your Not Listening
To The Whistle Of My Wand I Use for Wizardry
But Magic Seems fairly Limited By Thee Individual
I Guess Serendipity Love Anotherone More Mystical
Heartless Home
Heh They Say Home Is Where The Heart Is
But Where's a Home For Someone who is Heartless
God This is Me Why Do I Feel So Damn Retarded
Maybe You've Said Something I just Disregarded
Maybe If I Listened More I Would still have a home
Not Be Livin In a AFC Fuckin Feelin Useless n alone
What Do I Have To Do To Get A Reasonable Answer
Do i have to Be Layin In A Cot Waitin To Die Of Cancer
Hang My White Blood Cells inside my heartless Home
Becuase i Could really Give Two Fucks Im a Heartless Drone
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Realistic Thoughts
Symptoms Of My Mechanical Mind Has Me Working Like An Engine
Hinting To The People Of The World that I try To Literally Offend Them
Offensively Making Gestures and Movements That Later Find Myself Mentally Repentin
Wish That I Could Imagine an Imaginary Hand Gun To Clear my Congestion
Or Take Away The Darkness inside Of My Most Recent Of Obsessions
I Find myself Thinkin Of Times Where We didn’t Need to Whisper
About Things We Admired And Idolized From A Painted Picture
But Now All Of Our Words Get Spun Around Like a Awing Twister
With Sharpmil And Metal Cutting Away At Our Feelings Like scissors
Why Cant We Support Our Thoughts Without Any Acts Of Judgment needing Justification
People Now Are Letting There true Feelings Hide Like A Fetish Some Have For Masturbation
I cant Help But Notice that Many Others Are Here Looking for a Land Of The Free and a Country So Beautiful
When The Country at the Moment is far from which they’d hope because its actually looking very pitiful
Realistically I Don’t Know Whether To Run And Hide Or Define My Misery
Or To Come Back Home And Live Through Broken Home That One Had Much History
So Essentially What is One To Do When They Have Broken Thoughts And Broken Down Dreams
When God Is Invisable and When You Call To Him Or Her It feels Like No Ones There To hear A Thing
Im Wondering About Myself Ever So Drastically
Wishing That God Is Out There Talking To Me Magically
Wishful thinking I guess as my mother tells me to grab her some medication for her Fibromilgia
But In Life I try To Make her as Comfortable as I can not holding onto any finesse or nostalgia
But What Really Matters to A Broken Down Man Or Boy That Lives In A Mans Body
I try To Live Up To My Expectations but things don’t always agree with my Oddly
Its Hard To Assume anything Now In This World That we live today in this date and time
So For Now I Will Sit Here And Do My Very Best to Stand With This Mic And Amuse you With My rhymes
Hinting To The People Of The World that I try To Literally Offend Them
Offensively Making Gestures and Movements That Later Find Myself Mentally Repentin
Wish That I Could Imagine an Imaginary Hand Gun To Clear my Congestion
Or Take Away The Darkness inside Of My Most Recent Of Obsessions
I Find myself Thinkin Of Times Where We didn’t Need to Whisper
About Things We Admired And Idolized From A Painted Picture
But Now All Of Our Words Get Spun Around Like a Awing Twister
With Sharpmil And Metal Cutting Away At Our Feelings Like scissors
Why Cant We Support Our Thoughts Without Any Acts Of Judgment needing Justification
People Now Are Letting There true Feelings Hide Like A Fetish Some Have For Masturbation
I cant Help But Notice that Many Others Are Here Looking for a Land Of The Free and a Country So Beautiful
When The Country at the Moment is far from which they’d hope because its actually looking very pitiful
Realistically I Don’t Know Whether To Run And Hide Or Define My Misery
Or To Come Back Home And Live Through Broken Home That One Had Much History
So Essentially What is One To Do When They Have Broken Thoughts And Broken Down Dreams
When God Is Invisable and When You Call To Him Or Her It feels Like No Ones There To hear A Thing
Im Wondering About Myself Ever So Drastically
Wishing That God Is Out There Talking To Me Magically
Wishful thinking I guess as my mother tells me to grab her some medication for her Fibromilgia
But In Life I try To Make her as Comfortable as I can not holding onto any finesse or nostalgia
But What Really Matters to A Broken Down Man Or Boy That Lives In A Mans Body
I try To Live Up To My Expectations but things don’t always agree with my Oddly
Its Hard To Assume anything Now In This World That we live today in this date and time
So For Now I Will Sit Here And Do My Very Best to Stand With This Mic And Amuse you With My rhymes
Anti - ( Lies , Lives , And Lyricism )
Mess Wit Me I Slice Ya Thin Into Minced Meat
Done with Shit Talking Startin Now Since We’ve
Conquered The Game An Grown Up Immensely
Hopin One Day To Get The Street Cred Of Pimp C
Wishin That Hopin Will Turn Into Reality simply
Freedom is what we Seek Especially For Boosie
Government Officials Talkin bout Tax Cuts Loosely
Tellin The Citizens that Things Wont Be Confusing
Well Im Sick Of These Pussies Given Us Rousing’s
Tell Us The Truth And Take Us Down Shooting
Cause Im The One Recording in This booth Thing
Simply The Baby Emcee That you say is just Teething
Taking Baby Steps For Me To Become Ruthless
Well I’ll Get to That situation Only if the Shoe Fits
Tell Me Again everybody that this career is Foolish
Im done talking Back To you with nonsense Stupid
Chorus
Anti This Anti That Call Us Anti Official
Tell Us Lies Then They Pull Out a Pistol
Im Anti Lies Anti Fist Full
Only Truth Clear As Crystal
We Talk About What We Thinkin But its All Wishful
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