I hear my poisons in the multitude Why was I damned a human deemed too rude? Somewhere between the madness and my mind I live with lesions called the
able to make it to Heaven, but now...fuck" Everyday I get closer and closer to releasing this on you Roll it in, I can snap it in half and let the other
Born and raised in this place called life I got a serious case of the clap Dirty fingernails killin' and stealin' I'm a bonified psycho and I'm ready
I only have so long to make a safe place for you I can twist my fingers in and build another one Look through this face and find it Let the hands of
You help me survive, you're the reason I'm alive Speak softly, cyanide Passed from your mouth into mine Your breathing sounds like the sickest music
You were my fire, so I burned? til' there was nothing left of me I? I touched your face, I held you close? til' I could barely breathe Why give me hope
: Lifeless and sour from death and from doom. In the soil of my tomb not one flower shall bloom. Nothing but Death in this earth shall abide, In this
surrounded by your light I don't want to die again I don't deserve to be discovered I don't deserve to know you care I only want my promised other Not
Somethings Are better of forgotten And bury them in places that we really only visit by ourself. Oh and you were A version like no other Oh I never
Mash me But I'll still come out of here I'll go down fighting and beat you out of spite You have nothing that I'd ever want or need Even though others
tears before the television news. My children in floods, sackings and revolution. It was all going sour. It was all going sour. I was scrubbing individual stones
Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by ugly tenements Oh Distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby development Today summon the rug rat oblivious
We came in this world together Legs wrapped 'round each other My cheek against my sister's We were born like tangled vine We lived along the river Where
the guilty in the dope game Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga It's a risky business, the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga And homies going sour
You look away but I don't care Especially not today Sometimes I have to deal with it But how can when I don't even know how I feel about it Maybe some other
Mommy gives up cries like bleacher's bed fans The experience was 'aww shit' like movie flicks But the men inside they treat, the women like tricks One beats his meat, the other
ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that paper fo'?" Don't ask me nuttin, just tell me How is safer got me safe, that's why my raps sour My
: You were my fire, so I burned? til' there was nothing left of me I? I touched your face, I held you close? til' I could barely breathe Why give me
