We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right; Look to the sky hoping it will be light; REALITY'S A BITCH AND I HEARD THAT SHE BITES! (Common).................................................... ............................................................ ...............But here I am, thinking about death again; Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in; I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin; To let them know I love them all to the end; And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep; I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes; And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words; I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream "Love your life!"; Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me; A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet; As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer; It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers; I never expected a bowl of cherries; I'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary; And when I let them carry me to a cemetary; I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity;[Chorus] Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel; How many more demons do you have to strangle; How much longer must you remain in this dream; Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius;How many times must you prove you're an angel; How many more demons do you have to strangle; How much longer must you remain in this dream; Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius; ............................................................ ..............................................(atmosphere) ............................................................ ............................................................ .........It's kinda hard to be optimistic; When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted; Y'all don't hear me though, I'm trying hard to make amends; But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends; They should've shot me when I was born; Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm; How long will they mourn me? ;........................................................... ............................................................ .................... TUPAC ............................................................ ............................................................ ....Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him; The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun; When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones; Walk like warriors, we were never told to run; Explored the world to return to where my soul begun; Never looking back or too far in front of me; The present is a gift; AND I JUST WANNA BE!!!Common................................................. ............................................................ .....................i love music so much i can't even explain it. i love all music too. one day its bob marley, then common, then next its johnny cash, the next its tupac, disturbed, green day, and a whole lot of undergroung hip hop. i'm definately a hip hop head to the fullest. i love all music but i really love underground shit. i wish there were more of the underground peeps on myspace. but it dosent have to be something with no air play, but when its not mainstream its always better. immortal technique, atmosphere, tech n9ne, keak da sneak, krayzie nyce, ect. ect. ect. i could go on and on! ............................................................ .........................................................but hey, if u aint heard krayzie nyce u gotta drop by her page and check her out. i got her link on my page so u dont have any excuses. she's seriously the illest Fem-c out there right now. she was nice enough to hook me up with some of her stuff which is yet to be released and let me tell u, her and matty b kill it. be on the look out for their mixtape this spring, HOPEFULLY.
