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Scars and Stains
Contributed by
bigbucks
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Monday, 11th April 2005 @ 01:54:25 AM in AEST
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Implants of pain sitting near her armpit
Arabic scripture persistence I harness
The stained artist that plays the smartest role
Red wine stains on the carpet I hold
The charred and goals of all the spilt stains
Etched scars guilt remains in what’s left charred
By the memoirs of pain while they gain from the marks
In the blame game with a rush gush………
What the ***** up man I’m stuck every morning
I wake up I stay cut with enough scars
To develop an entourage that makes the skin hard,
Makes the skin hard, talking really thick skin,
The stains are washed away with a rinse
There out of sight out of mind haven’t thought about them since
But the scars stay visible and each individual
Looks back with a miserable…little pinch
Cautious before it repeats itself
The stains fade the scars stay time does tell
And time keeps talking to me
Keeps on just walking with me
Life’s not a game it’s hard, so **** having fame and cars,
The **** I deal with leaves me stained and scarred,
We ride dangerous paths, Put the truth in them to make them last
And get past all the stains and scars.
This ain’t a game it’s hard, **** having fame and cars,
The sh!t I deal with leaves me stained and scarred,
We ride dangerous paths, put the truth in them to make them last
And get past all the stains and scars.
I write raps like its therapy
Until the situations that I’m facing don’t even don’t even get to me
Eventually proving I’m much stronger then that
Get past healing I gotta react
Can’t though if not for the tracks
And beats Id have to speak and probably end up smacked
And beat I’m little and real but that’s just me,
I’ve been scarred in fights half my life
Remember being scared to walk the streets of Oak Park after the dark of night
From certain crew beats as truth eats
Physical pain washed away like stains its nothing new to me
What has left me scarred with the lessons I’ve learnt
When I grew up of course and back then never concerned
But now picking up on new stuff I ain’t too tuff
And cuts fade like I’m hoping all this drug **** does
“Yeah the mans right” I might still stand to fight
But I’d rather put my hands on the **** knife.
Life’s not a game it’s hard, so **** having fame and cars,
The sh!t I deal with leaves me stained and scarred,
We ride dangerous paths, Put the truth in them to make them last
And get past all the stains and scars.
This ain’t a game it’s hard, so **** having fame and cars,
The **** I deal with leaves me stained and scarred,
We ride dangerous paths, put the truth in them to make them last
And get past all the stains and scars.
Now let’s take a step back in time
When I was walking along a thin line
Blind to the signs that stood before me
Dragged from behind I was about to get cut shortly
Shot down in a blaze of story
Awkwardly they cornered me
Normally I’d approach formally
Walking all over this over range rover stained clothing yelling ‘move slower’
The lower they went the deeper the wound
Too much blood for the band aid to consume,
Rip me off **** me off as they blossom and bloom
From the evidence stole my ideas and sediments
Meddle with the Lutheran you’ll never again get the better my friend
But then again I’ve been sliced right before
Scabs and sores that I’ll dab some more,
Rip thorns skin torn red raw
Seems strange but to settle the score
I arrange to get napisan, kill those germs
And make me a happy man with a battle plan of stand
And watch karma crack through your amour,
Stained charmer intensity,
And we all get stained and scarred eventually,
But the scars is what messes with you mentally
I won’t let these fascists get the best of me,
That’s a recipe for laughter,
I’m gonna kill the stains and worry about the injuries obtained after.
Copyright ©
bigbucks
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2005-04-11 01:54:25]
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