tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75809549726703672512011-04-21T18:47:34.451-07:00ThePublicityStunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767764281047696547noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7580954972670367251.post-25742013779672657222007-01-22T13:14:00.000-08:002007-01-22T13:15:22.374-08:00Some lyrics I wrote..will record....eventually<br /><br />lookin in the mirror, its not too good<br />rhyming bout fake shit like im from the hood<br />but i revamp and change it up<br />rhyme bout real shit and how this life is fucked<br />education is the road to fulfillment<br /> then youll experience tru enjoyment<br />and have good wife with a kid at home<br />overlookin others who feel so alone<br />and as this world just comes crashing down<br />not a smile what you see is a frown<br />soon followed by a few loneyl tears<br />wondering how the shit got so real<br /><br />couple years ago i was jus kickin it<br />now im jus surrounded by all this fuckin bullshit<br />so lost man and i feel so cold<br />and i cant move, like im stuck in a mold<br />my brain just stops, and i jus pass away<br />leavs behind nothing, so who cares anyway<br />it hits you soo hard man just like a bullet<br />and all these otha people are just so full of it<br />and what i see on tv is niggas ballin<br />but what about the real life, where ppl fallin<br />fallin away ..from the planet<br />wondering what the fuck is wrong god damn it<br />so much emotion just from one song<br />inspired by a dude who did some wrong<br />he fucked up and so did i<br />now loook at me and him, jus wonderin why<br /><br />so much emotion in just one heart<br />i had a few dreams and i tore em apart<br />i wrote a few lyrics and now they in the trash<br />who knew man that couldve made some cash<br />but see, a dude like me dont care about bread<br />cuz ive got so much bottled in my head<br />and as the beats just go and carry me on<br />i think to myself what if i was jus gone<br />gone so far away, with nun in sight<br />stuck with this thing that i like to call life<br />and man you cant imagine what i think<br />so jus fuck it , so i sit down and have a few drinks<br />hoping that my problems, that theywould jus end<br />so i take my last resort to my pen<br />so as i keep on rhyming while im sober<br />imagine having the world on ya fuckin shoulders<br /><br /><br />(breakdown)<br /><br />imagine ya rents sitting down n looking at you<br />wondering why the fuck did they give birth you<br />im sorry mom, i kno i made some mistakes<br />but all i ask is for another take<br />and trust me you aint gon regret it<br />cuz i kno imma make somethin of it<br />so god please give me one more chance<br />and this time around imma make it last<br />and as this shit comes to a close<br />who ever ya love jus hold em close<br />cuz one day man, you gon be like me<br />locked up in a cage jus wanting to be set free<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7580954972670367251-2574201377967265722?l=thepublicitystunt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ThePublicityStunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767764281047696547noreply@blogger.com1