Trick Bombing

i live in a shoe, and theres no way out?  
i keep burning asside more the folding hours 
not knowing why the killed two hit tours 
i keep pestering my left brain to fill the power 
 
till theres nothing left of this, way out 
ill breathe in the morning's air and find a better route 
till theres nothing left of this, two way stop 
ill hold on tight so we end up on top 
 
why am i here?to whitness the end of nothingness 
this fortitude, i must prevail 
yet still... i fall empty to this mock-car fuelled story 
where i sail into the abiss-amal fairy 
 
nothing is, not a stone or tragedy 
not this feeling i have followed or boken 
 
can make or brake what i've finally swallowed 
or grab my attention defficit desorder 
 
jab me down into my throat in ord3r  
to see the world clearly, in its glory and fawly 
in understanding what got poor molly 
to find what it is, that brings me back 
in order to fill what i lack 
and making sure i aint wack 
i bring it fat, wreckin the chance i got,  
so sleek and bare, is my two way radio 
to my head, heart and whatever else i start 
damn if i aint, damn if i keep 
damn if im me, damn if i let sleep 
damn if i stop, damn if i go 
damn if i say.. d'man is the damn 'n ho' 
 
so thats my everyday 
seeing the black, white and red 
knowing the world is widlely known 
to be stuck - silly string in bed 
so keep it commin 
till im ready to let go 
i'll iLL my way to the top 
i'll blow the shocks off your rooftop 
countin the change that i got 
never kissing a cop 
sittin at a stop sign block 
but he'll feel what i got 
when i stare at his cock - and bullshit 
makin my way through the police foundation 
ill cock and pull it 
till im done with'em 
ill show them more then some of em' 
can ever sense or bare it 
...

by lonedevil on 21 Mar 2006 at 13:23

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