Kronik Bagz
10-13-2004, 05:52 AM
o shit here i go again,
been too long so had to kick some wicked back in,
was losin touch wit reality but im gettin back,
doin my best to get my thoughts back on track,
i feel tha wickid comin back fillin my head,
more wickid thought of brutal bloodshed,
realistic images of someone layin in bed,
kinda looks normal till you see the pillow stained red,
i feel tha wickid in my viens,
no pumpin blood livin off everyones lies and deciet,
with every beat inside my grows a beast,
no not realy u fuckin freak,
its more of a metaphore for someone like me,
a cigarette smokin nicotine addict,
straight ready to bust a hole in tha skull of any faggot,
no, i dont mean gay,
even though im not that way i still aint a redneck an never descriminate,
maby racist agains pigs but they alwayse start all tha hate,
pullin me over an spittin in my face,
im nearin my mental edge an im ready to blow,
back off wit those cuffs or im bustin at your nose,
an get ya hand off that baretta u know as well as i do,
ur not pullin heat on someone standin toe to toe wit you,
and even if you do, i know your too pussy to pull that trigger between me an you,
but fuck it take a chance,
u know ill have your bullet trapped before you get off a cap,
all this anger towards law enforcement but how did it begin,
i have a vision of a kid, young, but harassed every day by tha pigs,
gettin tickets every week cause he found relief in ciggs,
o shit, its me,
kinda hard to belive that i went through shit you cant even dream,
an im still alive tearin life apart like a seam,
call me out of reality, im as downt to earth as it gets,
wickid shit jus tought me how to be real an not give a shit,
i jus speak my mind an some dont like to hear it,
but to hear it you gotta listen so i guess if theres such thing as spoken word i gotta be near it,
fuck it, im done,
straight from my head,
another psycho labled dumb
i dont know if i had a point in this or not but fuck it, im cleard out my mind again so maby i can sleep tonight
been too long so had to kick some wicked back in,
was losin touch wit reality but im gettin back,
doin my best to get my thoughts back on track,
i feel tha wickid comin back fillin my head,
more wickid thought of brutal bloodshed,
realistic images of someone layin in bed,
kinda looks normal till you see the pillow stained red,
i feel tha wickid in my viens,
no pumpin blood livin off everyones lies and deciet,
with every beat inside my grows a beast,
no not realy u fuckin freak,
its more of a metaphore for someone like me,
a cigarette smokin nicotine addict,
straight ready to bust a hole in tha skull of any faggot,
no, i dont mean gay,
even though im not that way i still aint a redneck an never descriminate,
maby racist agains pigs but they alwayse start all tha hate,
pullin me over an spittin in my face,
im nearin my mental edge an im ready to blow,
back off wit those cuffs or im bustin at your nose,
an get ya hand off that baretta u know as well as i do,
ur not pullin heat on someone standin toe to toe wit you,
and even if you do, i know your too pussy to pull that trigger between me an you,
but fuck it take a chance,
u know ill have your bullet trapped before you get off a cap,
all this anger towards law enforcement but how did it begin,
i have a vision of a kid, young, but harassed every day by tha pigs,
gettin tickets every week cause he found relief in ciggs,
o shit, its me,
kinda hard to belive that i went through shit you cant even dream,
an im still alive tearin life apart like a seam,
call me out of reality, im as downt to earth as it gets,
wickid shit jus tought me how to be real an not give a shit,
i jus speak my mind an some dont like to hear it,
but to hear it you gotta listen so i guess if theres such thing as spoken word i gotta be near it,
fuck it, im done,
straight from my head,
another psycho labled dumb
i dont know if i had a point in this or not but fuck it, im cleard out my mind again so maby i can sleep tonight