Some Real Shit, its rare so Peep This!!!!
Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 3:26 pm
Ima Man who lifts Hands for the Cause,
I stand alone no Plans for Applause,
A Bandit Branded at Birth in the Land of the Cursed,
In the Shadows I Lurk till im cursed in the Back of a Hurst,
I Fight for the Belief, that Rhymings a Relief,
Life is the Beat, your Mind is the Beef, Minus the Heat,
The Earth Spins, spittin storms wit the Worst Wins,
Im jussa Person Workin on becoming a Soldier witta Purpose,
No need to be Deservin of Credit, jus Serve it and Never Regret It,
Jus Remember you Said It, Let It go and Let Em' Respect It,
If not its wasn't Ever Expected, hatin! Its Better Neglected,
Patience! Jus know in ya Head its Perfection and the Present is Never Protected,
No Meanin to Life, Im Steamin in Strife, wit my inner Demons in Sight,
Seein Insight, fightin for the Freedom to Write, beggin and pleedin Im Bleedin thru Rights,
Its right Im Left In the Cold, Obsessed wit bein Blessed wit the Flow,
Foldin Shoulders get Compressed then Explode, Effectin the Globe,
My Brain Waves, stay to Blaze Rage, its a Plain Haze, to see thru the Displayed Maze,
Its Hay Day when it Rains Pain, makin it hard to Maintain a state of focus on the Game Played,
Emotionally my Poetry is still ill and distilled in my Souls Belief,
So I Know to Be Vocally, Im Notably So Decieved Overly since I was in Ovaries,
Its Disorderly gotten to the Point of the Brink, outta control, No Noise when I Think,
Its feels like I fill a Void when I Drink, your voice of choice can get Destroyed ina Blink,
I work for a check then Spend it on Bills, Im ill ona mic but im always Defendin my Skill,
Wit Guilt I Surrender my Will, but Never I Will, till I render to the Heavens we've Built.....
~GHOST~
aka Spiritual Brutality
I stand alone no Plans for Applause,
A Bandit Branded at Birth in the Land of the Cursed,
In the Shadows I Lurk till im cursed in the Back of a Hurst,
I Fight for the Belief, that Rhymings a Relief,
Life is the Beat, your Mind is the Beef, Minus the Heat,
The Earth Spins, spittin storms wit the Worst Wins,
Im jussa Person Workin on becoming a Soldier witta Purpose,
No need to be Deservin of Credit, jus Serve it and Never Regret It,
Jus Remember you Said It, Let It go and Let Em' Respect It,
If not its wasn't Ever Expected, hatin! Its Better Neglected,
Patience! Jus know in ya Head its Perfection and the Present is Never Protected,
No Meanin to Life, Im Steamin in Strife, wit my inner Demons in Sight,
Seein Insight, fightin for the Freedom to Write, beggin and pleedin Im Bleedin thru Rights,
Its right Im Left In the Cold, Obsessed wit bein Blessed wit the Flow,
Foldin Shoulders get Compressed then Explode, Effectin the Globe,
My Brain Waves, stay to Blaze Rage, its a Plain Haze, to see thru the Displayed Maze,
Its Hay Day when it Rains Pain, makin it hard to Maintain a state of focus on the Game Played,
Emotionally my Poetry is still ill and distilled in my Souls Belief,
So I Know to Be Vocally, Im Notably So Decieved Overly since I was in Ovaries,
Its Disorderly gotten to the Point of the Brink, outta control, No Noise when I Think,
Its feels like I fill a Void when I Drink, your voice of choice can get Destroyed ina Blink,
I work for a check then Spend it on Bills, Im ill ona mic but im always Defendin my Skill,
Wit Guilt I Surrender my Will, but Never I Will, till I render to the Heavens we've Built.....
~GHOST~
aka Spiritual Brutality