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Marco (is getting back to the money)

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About Me

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Yo, that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here
At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein’ burned
Four walls just starin’ at a nigger
I’m paranoid, sleepin’ with my finger on the trigger
My mother’s always stressin’ I ain’t livin’ right
But I ain’t goin’ out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin’ and blood starts comin’ out my nose
It’s somebody watchin’ the act
But I don’t know who it is, so I’m watchin’ my back
I can see ‘em when I’m deep in the covers
When I awake I don’t see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say take a chill, B
But fuck that shit! There’s a nigger tryin’ to kill me
I’m pumpin in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin’ out my window
Investigatin’ the joint for traps
Checkin’ my telephone for taps
I’m starin at the woman on the corner
It’s fucked up when your mind’s playin’ tricks on ya
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it’s like I’m a movie star
But late at night, somethin’ ain’t right
I feel I’m bein’ tailed by the same sucker’s headlights
Do that move, then I ran up the block
Or is it that nigger last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had caine, but it was Gold Medal flour
Reached under my seat, grabbed my pump'r for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, I was mo' scared than a motherfucker
Pulled a left in the Pow Pine’s and better die quick..
If it’s goin’ down, let’s get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfuckin’ trigger
What I saw make your ass start gigglin’
Three blind, crippled, and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I’m paranoid
I keep lookin’ over my shoulder, peepin’ around corners
My mind is playin’ tricks on me
Day by day, it’s more impossible to cope
I feel like I’m the one that’s doin’ dope
Can’t keep a steady hand because I’m nervous
Every Sunday morning, I’m in service
Praying for forgiveness
And tryin’ to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin’ at me
But yet He still has offered me to feel happy
I often drift when I drive
Havin’ fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang! and get it over with
And then I’m worry-free, but that’s bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died, then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me, it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she’s back with her mother
Now I’m realizing that I love her
Now I’m feeling lonely
My mind is playin’ tricks on me
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin’
Robbin’ little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this wasn’t no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that’s a nigger I be seein’ in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin’ them motherfuckin’ b’s on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared, and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn’t even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchin’ on the concrete
Goddamn homey, my mind is playin’ tricks on me
"It's funny how the music puts time into perspective Add a soundtrack to your life, perfect it" =)
A Day By Atmosphere Supreme leads us to an Auarian Dance, I follow a Beat Laments The World, so count your Blessing, because it goes Deeper Then Words, float through life like a Feather, but i'm always First In Last Out but i still have my Highs 2 Lows like anyone else thanks to Lady Brown got me Luv Sick 3 times but no suprise cause i'm an Ordinary Joe, and this is not a Reflection Eternal just stare out into a Sea Of Clouds and the sky will Set It Off like The Old Light in the darkness of The Space Between Two Worlds, it'll make you Think Different about what the World's End Rhapsody will sound like.
There would be more about me here. But I'm in the middle of finding me. I'll let you know what i come up with =)

My Interests

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I'd like to meet:

Someone who can keep up with me. Because i move at a thousand miles a minute. Every moment spent still is a moment wasted. Every breath spent still is a breath undeserved.

Heroes:

Spike Spiegel
My Dad
Uncle Rose!

My Blog

How do i do it.

How can i save you if i can't even save myself...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 03:24:00 PST

If i could do one thing different.

I would erase my memory. So i could start my life over. With you.
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 01:09:00 PST

One of the most amazing things i’ve ever said.

 Iiquid heroin [10:03 PM]:  we're all messed up.  Iiquid heroin [10:04 PM]:  life is like a puzzle, didn't you know?  Iiquid heroin [10:04 PM]:  all the pieces are messed...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 07:20:00 PST

It’s the glue, man.

Life is such a...weird thing. There really isn't any other way to say it. I feel like the i'm on the verge of just...falling apart completely....and then all the sudden....it's ok again. i don't get i...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 03:05:00 PST

Something i realized today.

I recently had a moment to..experiment with the natural medicines of the world, if you catch my drift. it was quite strange..almost scary, as i had lost absolute control over my body..but moreso, i fe...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 03:22:00 PST

Why do.

The bad things stay constantly fresh in our minds? Why do i only write about the misery?Where is all the good memories.In this section, i have none."Life is nothing more then a series of bad events st...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 12:14:00 PST

i’d put a picture.

i wish i could put a picture of yousomewhere where i could see it everydaybut it would just be a sad reminder.of all the things i've ever wanted.that i could never have.
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 01:49:00 PST

I remember.

I remember a time.Where it didn't matter. Who you were.Where you were from.What color your skin was.Whether you were a boy or girl.Whether you were rich or poor.I remember a timeWhen there was no work...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 01:09:00 PST

Will i ever know?

I sorta find myself questioning a lot of things lately. Am i going to work the rest of my life away? Will i ever find what i'm looking for? Will this life ever finally feel worth living? Tirelessly wo...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 02:15:00 PST

Friends are people you think are your friends.

But they really yo enemiesWith secret identities and disguisesTo hide they true colors.So just when you think you close enough to be brothersThey wanna come back and cut yo throatWhen you ain't lookin...
Posted by Marco (is getting back to the money) on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 02:45:00 PST