stress (ooooold scripture drop)
Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:14 am
i was going thru the scriptures, found this, i posted it like a loooooooooooooong ass time ago, it aint great but i thought it belonged more in the distilled concepts section, just about me bein stressed cause of someone named hoebitch
turning the page, yearning for days, concerning this cage/
perpetual chains, scars-left from heated arguments burning my face/
the hurt in my brain, is returning to stay/
and destroy my concience, as i deploy this nonsense/
my offset scriptures are godsent/
my sanity is my last bet, but its hooked in hypnosis and the traps set/
hopeless raps get...
corrosive to my self respect, and i cant help regret.../
cant help regret when i fell..for..get/
wanna forget the moments when i was holdin the coldest most soul less/
monster with rose lips/
and kind eyes hiding whats inside its ferocious emotionless hostess...its hopeless/
could have hid my eyes but i chose ta look/
sitting with my lifes story before me, and its so unfamiliar though i wrote tha book/
so i disappear in a confusing mist/ feeling the uselessness/
looking in the mirror like "i donno who this is"/
an abused invisionist/
with suicidal recitals lacking the muse to slit his wrists/
lol i thought it was interesting, so lemme know whatcha think
turning the page, yearning for days, concerning this cage/
perpetual chains, scars-left from heated arguments burning my face/
the hurt in my brain, is returning to stay/
and destroy my concience, as i deploy this nonsense/
my offset scriptures are godsent/
my sanity is my last bet, but its hooked in hypnosis and the traps set/
hopeless raps get...
corrosive to my self respect, and i cant help regret.../
cant help regret when i fell..for..get/
wanna forget the moments when i was holdin the coldest most soul less/
monster with rose lips/
and kind eyes hiding whats inside its ferocious emotionless hostess...its hopeless/
could have hid my eyes but i chose ta look/
sitting with my lifes story before me, and its so unfamiliar though i wrote tha book/
so i disappear in a confusing mist/ feeling the uselessness/
looking in the mirror like "i donno who this is"/
an abused invisionist/
with suicidal recitals lacking the muse to slit his wrists/
lol i thought it was interesting, so lemme know whatcha think