Can I Get A Moment Of Silence
Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 11:33 am
Long time no see, i'm back at it again.. tried to flip a new style on this one.. hope ya'll like it!
can i get a moment of silence...
to talk about this violence crossing my eye-lense
it's heartbreakin how poeple start hatin over trifles
bring out their rifles and sing about their rivals
our reliance turn to silence...
and our alliance turn to violence and distant sirens
it's haunting streets like ancient plagues of evil
In this cage i'm lethal like a preacher adressing the people
don't need a gun to get respected...
I'm protected by forces makin your mind carry remorses
u'll die over unkown causes like god's son and his bosses
if u don't pass the torch u'll never make it beyond your porch
your words define you as a person...
so why are u obsessed wit cursin and gettin ya gat burstin
actin like ur indelible like a scar from a bullet wound
I might pull shit now, but i'd prefer to pull it soon
guns make my hate grow colder....
stackin burdens on my shoulders makin me feel older
I'm steppin into the ring to face the truth and unfold her
even though I can't control her, I can keep her outta my way
cause people lie for attention...
and cry for redemption like they're possessed by a devil
depressed or a rebel? they're raisin the stakes to a new level
makin people rely on em and eventually they'll die for em
U can call it the wild wild west...
can i get a moment of silence...
to talk about this violence crossing my eye-lense
it's heartbreakin how poeple start hatin over trifles
bring out their rifles and sing about their rivals
our reliance turn to silence...
and our alliance turn to violence and distant sirens
it's haunting streets like ancient plagues of evil
In this cage i'm lethal like a preacher adressing the people
don't need a gun to get respected...
I'm protected by forces makin your mind carry remorses
u'll die over unkown causes like god's son and his bosses
if u don't pass the torch u'll never make it beyond your porch
your words define you as a person...
so why are u obsessed wit cursin and gettin ya gat burstin
actin like ur indelible like a scar from a bullet wound
I might pull shit now, but i'd prefer to pull it soon
guns make my hate grow colder....
stackin burdens on my shoulders makin me feel older
I'm steppin into the ring to face the truth and unfold her
even though I can't control her, I can keep her outta my way
cause people lie for attention...
and cry for redemption like they're possessed by a devil
depressed or a rebel? they're raisin the stakes to a new level
makin people rely on em and eventually they'll die for em
U can call it the wild wild west...