Kronik Bagz
09-21-2004, 03:00 AM
how come every truth iz filled with lies,
why ever time i try an kill tha pain im commiting a crime,
why do loved ones alwayse seem tha first to die,
and when we believe theyre in a better place why do we still cry,
why does speaking my mind feel like a waist of time,
why doesnt everyone get a chance to shine,
why dont we live each night like it was our last,
even when we know life can never last,
why am i afraid to look back into my past,
why do tha simple things we take for granted seem to go so fast,
like when tha joint iz passed we just sit back an pray hope to never crash,
we never think for a second tha moment will be gone in a flash,
why do we buy things when we know we aint got cash,
an when tha repo man comes we brush it off tellin him tha trucks in tha back,
noone has these answers but do we realy care why,
not many people do,
they just let life pass em by,
but not anymore ive seen tha light,
inspired by my own insight,
im grabbin each moment as it comes an makin it mine,
tha world can break me all it wants,
ill just come back mentaly stronger each time,
questions eat at me all day,
some are more select,
but with every answer i find,
it never seems correct,
every dream i had was devistatingly wrecked,
everything i thought i could do,
someone could easily object an id find another subject,
but not anymore i dont care what others think,
i got me an im takin care of myself,
i dont need others, fortune, or wealth,
i have my mind thoughts and dreams,
an thats something noone can come between,
most importantly iz my mind without it would be hell,
its tha one thing i can keep even when in a cell,
even if i had noone to tell id still write rhymes an keep them to myself
why ever time i try an kill tha pain im commiting a crime,
why do loved ones alwayse seem tha first to die,
and when we believe theyre in a better place why do we still cry,
why does speaking my mind feel like a waist of time,
why doesnt everyone get a chance to shine,
why dont we live each night like it was our last,
even when we know life can never last,
why am i afraid to look back into my past,
why do tha simple things we take for granted seem to go so fast,
like when tha joint iz passed we just sit back an pray hope to never crash,
we never think for a second tha moment will be gone in a flash,
why do we buy things when we know we aint got cash,
an when tha repo man comes we brush it off tellin him tha trucks in tha back,
noone has these answers but do we realy care why,
not many people do,
they just let life pass em by,
but not anymore ive seen tha light,
inspired by my own insight,
im grabbin each moment as it comes an makin it mine,
tha world can break me all it wants,
ill just come back mentaly stronger each time,
questions eat at me all day,
some are more select,
but with every answer i find,
it never seems correct,
every dream i had was devistatingly wrecked,
everything i thought i could do,
someone could easily object an id find another subject,
but not anymore i dont care what others think,
i got me an im takin care of myself,
i dont need others, fortune, or wealth,
i have my mind thoughts and dreams,
an thats something noone can come between,
most importantly iz my mind without it would be hell,
its tha one thing i can keep even when in a cell,
even if i had noone to tell id still write rhymes an keep them to myself