the omen of the milky way
2010-05-06 10:04:03 UTC
"my mind playing tricks on me" so i "stay wide awake"
thinking of "better days" "if die before i wake"
in my heart im a "soilder" trying to be a "superman"
so as "blunt ashes" drop im starting to think "i am"
thoughts deep "heavy mental" like a rare "sixth sense"
drinking "gin and juice" and lighting "strawberry insence"
theirs reasonable "doudt" am i a "rappers delight"
i want the "planet to rock" and follow the "light"
but what if "jesus walks" he is "all that we got"
please "let me know" lord why biggie smalls got shot
"my life" is at a "crossroads" im in deep beat and "shook"
trust me "it aint easy" but atlest im not "street struck"
only "god can judge" my disturbing "animal rap"
yet to reach "rock bottom" or receive a "b1@tch slap"
so "untill i collapse" from "food liquer" and wine
i read of the "memorys" of the "heavenly divine"
about been depreesed
alright children listen you need lessons in power
adolescents with cower are an essence of sour
levitating a toaster messing in the shower
but if your blood pressures low its alright to act weak
getting crack sleep are the pleasures of the black sheep
an outkast cast with no treasure mask no measures asked
no smiling chesire cats they hear and fear the thundering knell
see and fear the wonders of hell and feel and fear the eight lives that fell
so in the blue shoes wondering whats their wildest dreams
these dreams the child screams cant map out the signs and schemes
their walking on mines gassed up like heinz beans blowing jeans
so they better hit the sun so they can hold its rays
these days no blaze cold days to them now an old phrase
its like poker player who suddenly starts to fold a's
so if the curtains closed its still not acceptible in dark
succeptible to a narc ill have chop down like a bark
itl leave you lingering and lost in a far barren place
with foreign face no momentem lika arrowin space
so depressed you rest dont feel like even talking
your weaving not walking sitting lik steven hawking
so outside vision is dim but your not a glasses guy
listen the masses lie so rise give gasses a try
trust me kids youll rise so no need to sweat mate
we have all once met hate game over check mate
dont let these dark clouds precipatate and wreck fate
at the end of the tunnel theirs always a bright light
but gota fight the right fight and buuble threw like sprite aite
about civil war in northern ireland (4 more bars needed)
we can still feel the heat like a live piece of wire
we hear a screeching choir so is their peace in eire
you see the local were promised a signed cease fire
but speech is still dire so i think each is a liar
so the wars are over no more deaths to a mans son
did they hand in the guns or they have hands on guns
sneakily concealing all of their handguns
the ban on guns, lies ,band of huns
but can you blame the ra they stole or old land
enemy paws thats where gold stand
it might look bright but is still a cold hand
never be peace till we get back our own land