Close to the Edge
Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:02 am
Fuck your cultures and trends, I’m posed to get ends
Over the edge, holding my heart close to my chest
You’ve broken a part, something unspoken and raw
Im supposed to dissolve, and drift away in the ocean a far
Cuz I opened my jaw, explaining racial tensions with
Strains of sentences, from my brain and penmanship
I contain the venom in, endless times I walked that route
In battle, now it’s so dark I can’t chalk out my shadow
What you talkin bout Hoe? We can clap them guns and let them rattle
Nothing now tho, but trying to erase the tendencies to ride
Getting rid of all the enemies inside trying to mentally deprive
Me, something sending me, to high-er levels than the turf on which I stride
I spit flames that will burn you with my rhymes and in turn you’ll derive
Form the sperm that I divide, raps contracted on journals in my mind
I imply its your turn, look inside
Over the edge, holding my heart close to my chest
You’ve broken a part, something unspoken and raw
Im supposed to dissolve, and drift away in the ocean a far
Cuz I opened my jaw, explaining racial tensions with
Strains of sentences, from my brain and penmanship
I contain the venom in, endless times I walked that route
In battle, now it’s so dark I can’t chalk out my shadow
What you talkin bout Hoe? We can clap them guns and let them rattle
Nothing now tho, but trying to erase the tendencies to ride
Getting rid of all the enemies inside trying to mentally deprive
Me, something sending me, to high-er levels than the turf on which I stride
I spit flames that will burn you with my rhymes and in turn you’ll derive
Form the sperm that I divide, raps contracted on journals in my mind
I imply its your turn, look inside