MediTatioN gonE
Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 11:44 am
Somedays I find myself inbetween insanity and serenity
pass'd the stars cellestially but grounded so pathetically
my mind presently asks me whats these 8 bucks a hour
if luck was a meteor shower I'd see that once erry decade
how did my thinkin' become so sour the flowers so decayed
as each leaf flows gently I try to make it remember me
I grasp it in the wind while I watch this sever'd dream
yea there's people doin' shit that I wish I couldve
but if it don't look up then I don't deserve my lookers
maybe I shouldve descended with each and erry descendant
make prayers in a cup and send it out to sea with a pendant
now my worlds switchin' into a picture that can't be found
but I won't give up you can't back me down to your crappy sound
find myself lash-ing out, with that same leaf I was graspin' earlier
so swift I could bury ya the worlds upside down my pen is curvier...
I could take the journey of a mad man performin' thoughts in exile
or I could keep things movin' like the hands of the clocks next dial
I'm scared...I'm worried I'll never reach full potential behind each key
so I find each scheme to be worst then the rhymes that's timed to each beat
I often wonder why the plantations seperate the plains and the water....
now it's time to switch up times....to the lames that hate...the name is Qwarter....
as for this leaf it leaves my hand floating into a different ambiance
my audi-ance is oddly off n on, possibly the thoughts of polygons
whatever I've wrongly thought makes my motive seem even more pressured
so I find more pleasure in bein' wrong like the God's who swore measures
now I'm tryna flip out this motive without tryna Bruce Willis my drops now
why Cop Out? I'ma Die Hard for these flows I embelish, classic, College Dropout....
pass'd the stars cellestially but grounded so pathetically
my mind presently asks me whats these 8 bucks a hour
if luck was a meteor shower I'd see that once erry decade
how did my thinkin' become so sour the flowers so decayed
as each leaf flows gently I try to make it remember me
I grasp it in the wind while I watch this sever'd dream
yea there's people doin' shit that I wish I couldve
but if it don't look up then I don't deserve my lookers
maybe I shouldve descended with each and erry descendant
make prayers in a cup and send it out to sea with a pendant
now my worlds switchin' into a picture that can't be found
but I won't give up you can't back me down to your crappy sound
find myself lash-ing out, with that same leaf I was graspin' earlier
so swift I could bury ya the worlds upside down my pen is curvier...
I could take the journey of a mad man performin' thoughts in exile
or I could keep things movin' like the hands of the clocks next dial
I'm scared...I'm worried I'll never reach full potential behind each key
so I find each scheme to be worst then the rhymes that's timed to each beat
I often wonder why the plantations seperate the plains and the water....
now it's time to switch up times....to the lames that hate...the name is Qwarter....
as for this leaf it leaves my hand floating into a different ambiance
my audi-ance is oddly off n on, possibly the thoughts of polygons
whatever I've wrongly thought makes my motive seem even more pressured
so I find more pleasure in bein' wrong like the God's who swore measures
now I'm tryna flip out this motive without tryna Bruce Willis my drops now
why Cop Out? I'ma Die Hard for these flows I embelish, classic, College Dropout....