Here I am
Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 12:34 pm
My hearts near 'red line' as I'm writing this rhyme ||
If Life was only as simple as Mike Jones, during this time ||
I'd loan a knife from my wrist, n start typing poems ||
all this fighting at home, its not right, my parents are pissed ||
cuz I'm writing my experience, through the Illest Lyrics ||
My past writtens used as mirrors, seeing my old apperance ||
Dealing with my own incoherence, with my ambigious spirit ||
being my only interferance, livin my life through clear tints ||
at another glimpse, tonight what i 'saw' was more of shock n aw ||
didn't seem real, it truely made me envy a blind man ||
even he could see thru me, the fear in my hand it was defying ||
the kool g inside me dieng, my negative perspective prying ||
Looking To be respected, crying, its like reading a eulogy ||
with a death wish, my neglected thoughts had turned into a method ||
that wasn't calm or collected, it was the bomb injected ||
The Evil Geniuses went wrong, with the message of Sadaam ||
i wrote the type of song, that makes you want to call ya mom ||
an octagon of thoughts so strong, that were more domestic all along ||
The saigon of my creation, never noticed, too focused ||
I layed-on the floor, n started realizing everything I'd later endured ||
in retrospect it was a cure, because before i was a Wh0re ||
to myself, now my health, is scorned by the way I always felt ||
If Life was only as simple as Mike Jones, during this time ||
I'd loan a knife from my wrist, n start typing poems ||
all this fighting at home, its not right, my parents are pissed ||
cuz I'm writing my experience, through the Illest Lyrics ||
My past writtens used as mirrors, seeing my old apperance ||
Dealing with my own incoherence, with my ambigious spirit ||
being my only interferance, livin my life through clear tints ||
at another glimpse, tonight what i 'saw' was more of shock n aw ||
didn't seem real, it truely made me envy a blind man ||
even he could see thru me, the fear in my hand it was defying ||
the kool g inside me dieng, my negative perspective prying ||
Looking To be respected, crying, its like reading a eulogy ||
with a death wish, my neglected thoughts had turned into a method ||
that wasn't calm or collected, it was the bomb injected ||
The Evil Geniuses went wrong, with the message of Sadaam ||
i wrote the type of song, that makes you want to call ya mom ||
an octagon of thoughts so strong, that were more domestic all along ||
The saigon of my creation, never noticed, too focused ||
I layed-on the floor, n started realizing everything I'd later endured ||
in retrospect it was a cure, because before i was a Wh0re ||
to myself, now my health, is scorned by the way I always felt ||