Misery (lyrics in description)





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Uploaded on Dec 18, 2011

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Beat by anno dominni
Dear self
im sorry for the way that i've been roaming
through a garden filled with romans
and christians that wants control in
my life
snakes slither in my eyes
that deliver most shivers to others spines
when i free from my mind
my situations mistaken
my grinds been on probation
waiting for that other bitch to stop making
me contemplate the
misery that i've been bathing in
taking in the frustrations
now im laying in my naked skin
praying to see my savior
my majors is getting minor
my tunes are getting graver
my razors are getting finer
my veins all start to raise up
rom the pain that i brave
cause the same is the same
blood we shed for the fame
love the shit that remains
but the good tends to fade
as the bad always stays
so does the misery phase
while my self pickery plays
in such simplicity pray
that my iniquity fades
realistically i say
that visually i stray
to the days


When life
more than dreams
i was young living free

my mind
to pick flowers from the vines on the trees

I'd swing from the rope
and fall in the water
just to land on a boat
and get off much farther

down the yellow brick
where the fellow sits low
enough to mellow out his soul
with another night blown


now i'm falling through the ocean
and landing on a desert
looking for more than devotion
and floating feathers of peasants
thats blowing around my presence
i'm holding these empty presents
controlling my adolescents
with patience that i've been stressing
confessions pressing my lips
i'm destined for more than this
the question is will i live
if guessing just co-exist
amongst neighbors whose hatred
will coincide with my kids
go inside where i live
and you will see the little things that i did
was to survive in this world
where the rich man thrives on little girls
with curls and big dreams
that makes a sick man wanna try
to get inside those jeans
and improvise between her thighs
he sings
while her childhood dies
now her childlike eyes
still visualize her life
and this one's not her type
thats why she closes her eyes to try to write and mend
and then enlighten.


new day
flip the script for a new page
it feels like i might find a new way
to say what i do play
is brae if i do say
i slave over what makes
some two faced
and too grave
i'm one of the very few that will do they
tell me to be true to only you self
the help waits
to take you to a better place
mentally feel more clever
when lyrically i endeavor
my fear within this three page
letter of sixteens they'll replay
like relays my music goes back and fourth between deejay s
like my vacay its long stay
to vacate my wrong ways
and bond face with god
and seek all grace
i'm scared if you call aches of hearts
from queens made of cards
tat fall from the stars and cut through my arms
to tear at my sleeve
and bleed my misery for everyone to see

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