Thursday, October 23, 2008

One too many packs

A lonely cigarette hangs from my lips/
I inhale my piosonious kiss as my black lungs rip/
I sip a bit of irony cus i said i was gettin some fresh air/
I watch my self decay as more of my scalp shows with every peice of my fallen hair/
Who cares? This road i'm walking down leads too nowhere/
It's not fair. Tell me what's not fair.

It's not fair how everywhere I go leads me into more peices of this puzzled broken road/
Or how i went too go kiss Lady Luck but she turned me into a toad/
Just go, as my glass breaks in half and i can complain about all the times life kicked my ass/
Or stop here, at this golden light so we can just laugh at our loved ones and then press the gas/
Yield too me! Is what the figure head says but i'm too tired for this so in this prison i'll rest my head/
Can you make sense of any of the things that have been said?/
But i guess it's hard too think when society has been feeding our minds only water and bread/
But back too the topic of me heading down this street, dressed like a wolf as i hide among these sheep/
I'll take a leap of faith once we reach the corner of the concrete/
Hoping too crack my head instead of landing right on my feet/

It's just magic how our lives are so tragic/ (3x)
It's just classic how we blame our truency on traffic/
But we can mask it by saying we are just tryin too be a maverick/


So next time you use the razor you can pass it over too me/
Then i can cut you into the person you want too be/
But through that scissored smile please don't let me be the person you see/
Because you can only see the window pane of my eyes cus i hide my face beneath this behemoth mask/
So i can hide the taste of my loss of pride by draining this flask/
But even through it all underneath my windows pane you see the pain i tried too cover with a whisky stain/
But we all can ride a train and buy a ticket heaven or hell/
But i'll go too nowhere cus that's where the rest of weak MCs go too dwell/
Then i'll hang myself with a mic cord and then maybe they'll hear what i have too say/
And you can keep being a rolling stone but in this song i'm going too paint it gray/
But i've had one too many packs too day too get away from my hearts dance with the devil/
And hope these toxic fumes kill my brain so maybe i could get on your level/
And you can keep your saints and sinners and break your love and war/
I'll just kill that soaring eagle and let my Tale Tell Heart beat under the floor/

It's just magic how our lives are so tragic/ (3x)
It's classic how we blame our truency on traffic/
But we can mask it by saing we are tying to be a maverick/

So let's just go ahead and chop down all these beautiful trees/
As long as the means release coperate greed/
Let's just go ahead and put a bullet through the head of our noble steeds/
So let's make flawless suicides just too be free/

That's my post for today and i just created that song so whoever gets on here will be the first too peep these lyrics.

Keep it rastaa.
White Light/Aphotic King
PEACE and ONE LOVE

1 comment:

Jazzle said...

lyHeya
wow that is an amazing poem/song. As a poet I can really appreciate the way you have put your subject into verse. I really love the lines 'So next time you use the razor you can pass it over too me/
Then i can cut you into the person you want too be/
But through that scissored smile please don't let me be the person you see'. Really clever the way you extend the metaphors.
Awesome blog by the way!