muggedinmemorial

You, its you the drought that strains the groove its you, its you the reason i do these things i do its true, so true But now it seems its changed since skys were blue pouring rain drowns out the tellephone close my eyes to keep me far from home writing thins my thoughts out like a comb every wrestless night spent off my throne all the work thats worns down these bones its all for you, just for you One day well find the reasons even the truest people change like seasons So through summer rain, to winter snow Im going to accept the responsibilty of letting go Its me, just me behind these battered eyes that you se

Eyes are open but cant seem to focus thoughts keep buzzen louder and louder, locusts why does the right voice wisper while demons stay screaming Ripping right out, my head scrapes the ceiling your calling a name that now has no meaning street lights make the river turn gold beating up my body but im mending my soul Find my self in the shadow of the valley of death just to take a stroll these walls of my cage have just gotten so old just need to feel that moons clean light burns away the blockade, and lets way for temptation

I live hip hop got me feelin like a wallebee you try and lay tracks and just sound like a wanna be im all about face to face, no twitter, just follow me anybody can drop a flow but only few can part the sea so i just grab a pen and paper and just spark the tree flow so dirty but got direction like taken a piss barely written my first page and they get the jist eyes open, head front, but im shaken my fist at first he was a punk but now im sounden legit so used to pigs crashen partys i start to smell it like bacon im out and over fences before you know what your thinken Im heading to the bigger picture, god damn me if its s

Keep my cool and try to avoid bein mean use my words for fist fights and daggers to blow off all the steam maniplate a flow from parted seas to quite streams when it comes to the fit it seems im outa the seems in a world of his own the kids all alone tryna make sence of the laws lade in stone is it heart over brain in the life made of bone struggle and steal, to keep the fish on the real the fruit of life uses tragedy to peel the things animals do to hold onto the feel everybody has beef, only some can make it a meal take a break from the joy and just speaking whats real oneday ill have an audience for these lines to a

Never still so i learned to hobble liven life for the thrill im im staying full throtle goinh straight to the trone in a way of my own life keeps on rollin so why not stay rollin in chrome i know my chances bt ima make the best of it music is a bet but i bet i may invest in it bull shit i just cant tolerate your flows busted like the watergate my weed is from another state, put me in another state fresher the dejourno comen straight out el orno stayen classy and your cheaper then a low blow sippen on soco, goin quatro crazy stay on my grind and im never gettin lazy