Now playing: tonesbut if you really wann know about meenough’s been wasted its time to move on
what i been through’s contagious let me put you on
the bad karma creepin under my skin
the flesh decayin wit the souls of more than a hundred men
blunted wit a pen, frustrated, cant take it
either way stay the same shit, even when i try to change it
so i face it head up, prayin that death come
holdin life in my hand makin it tighter for the next one
settin off armageddon at the endin
wit a knowledge shinin off the stone in the pendant
similar to words in the eyes of the poem transcendin
high on the throne, i rely on my tone’s dimension
these are words from a deep soul, blackened to coal
my prose of prophecy foretold unrolled in scroll
for alike kinds to find insightful signs
and brighten eyes only of the truly enlightened minds
the pain is the offerin, cornered in
the only exit is death and then im born again
as life enters my flesh, i grasp the air
they fake people but i see through the masks they wear
ask me if its fair how we livin wit laws
or if the world even cares that we livin at all
theres things that stuck wit me i saw as a kid
take nothin for granted and give all i can give
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................................................Poison Pen
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