Kronik Bagz
09-11-2004, 06:25 AM
another day another broken fantasy,
some one please wake me an bring me to reality,
i got problems stacked in high piles all around me,
if someone was lookin
by now they shouldove found me,
but everyones blind to what i see in my past,
ive done fucked up things,
and in my head they will alwayse last,
all my life ive felt an outcast,
constantly i feel my soul bleeding,
mentaly beat down an harassed,
but look at what it did to me,
caged inside my own mind with noone to set me free,
a slave to so much i wish u could see,
i crave that lovely nicotine,
an like any other addict i have become a great fiend,
but no more weed,
how could this be,
tell me what u think about society,
im a good citizen cause im killing myself as long as i dont smoke trees,
im looked at as tha creepy guy waitin to currupt ur teens,
ive already been clipped, stabbed an left fer dead,
but goddamn im only nineteen
i pray everyday that someday someone can see inside my soul,
than maby soneone else will experience tha black hole,
noone sees tha inside u only see tha bull,
inside im crying out,
but i cant come to grips with it all on tha whole,
since noone wants to be tha criminal,
ill play that role,
lock me up as long as u keep me away from my dreaded soul,
every second i think about this bind,
im in to deep to leave my friends behind,
thats tha only thought keepin my from puttin this gat to my eye,
an leavin a hole in my skull three inches wide,
but tha last thing i want iz to make a man cry,
maby its just wishfull thinking fer me to try an stay alive,
sometimes i wish i could lay down an just die,
lonly, forsaken, an cold but i try
i pray for tha pain to go away,
but maby tha only reason i dont take my life,
its all about my pride,
if im dead an gone than societys won,
an fuck that im stayin here till my work iz done,
i feel tha only thing i can do iz run,
run from my problems but im standin strong,
ill look em in tha face until theyre completely gone,
maby open up peoplez eyes,
so they also can see past all tha lies,
that our beautiful earth has shed since tha beginning of time,
so i do this in my rhymes,
tha majority of u wont get this,
an ull think its a waste of time,
but to tha one or two who understand what im sayin,
this world iz a game of life,
so keep on playin,
an make sure u hang on tight......
iz it subliminal??? think about it.
off tha top of saints fucked up head
some one please wake me an bring me to reality,
i got problems stacked in high piles all around me,
if someone was lookin
by now they shouldove found me,
but everyones blind to what i see in my past,
ive done fucked up things,
and in my head they will alwayse last,
all my life ive felt an outcast,
constantly i feel my soul bleeding,
mentaly beat down an harassed,
but look at what it did to me,
caged inside my own mind with noone to set me free,
a slave to so much i wish u could see,
i crave that lovely nicotine,
an like any other addict i have become a great fiend,
but no more weed,
how could this be,
tell me what u think about society,
im a good citizen cause im killing myself as long as i dont smoke trees,
im looked at as tha creepy guy waitin to currupt ur teens,
ive already been clipped, stabbed an left fer dead,
but goddamn im only nineteen
i pray everyday that someday someone can see inside my soul,
than maby soneone else will experience tha black hole,
noone sees tha inside u only see tha bull,
inside im crying out,
but i cant come to grips with it all on tha whole,
since noone wants to be tha criminal,
ill play that role,
lock me up as long as u keep me away from my dreaded soul,
every second i think about this bind,
im in to deep to leave my friends behind,
thats tha only thought keepin my from puttin this gat to my eye,
an leavin a hole in my skull three inches wide,
but tha last thing i want iz to make a man cry,
maby its just wishfull thinking fer me to try an stay alive,
sometimes i wish i could lay down an just die,
lonly, forsaken, an cold but i try
i pray for tha pain to go away,
but maby tha only reason i dont take my life,
its all about my pride,
if im dead an gone than societys won,
an fuck that im stayin here till my work iz done,
i feel tha only thing i can do iz run,
run from my problems but im standin strong,
ill look em in tha face until theyre completely gone,
maby open up peoplez eyes,
so they also can see past all tha lies,
that our beautiful earth has shed since tha beginning of time,
so i do this in my rhymes,
tha majority of u wont get this,
an ull think its a waste of time,
but to tha one or two who understand what im sayin,
this world iz a game of life,
so keep on playin,
an make sure u hang on tight......
iz it subliminal??? think about it.
off tha top of saints fucked up head