Buddah MAC
12-12-05, 04:32 AM
music lost love somewhere between backroom deals and frontin
shine divorced rhyme once she stepped out with stuntin
hunting for hunger but when I catch up it consumes me
used to fuel the desire, now fuse leads where my tomb be
so any blowin' up post-scripted, resisted lids lifted
and as light let image in, the focus obviously shifted
drifted from directed to past-tense path placer protected
each step self-selected and descision dissected
erected a sniper tower to red dot any blame deserving
trigger pulled after learning it's my own back observing
headshot to hindsight, once a drug designed height
seemed unparalleled, held lies up to light
bathe in what bled through, sick off what's fed you
led you to the earth's edge, see it as a birth bridge
into light leaning, I'm the sole survivor screaming
that you dipped into your dreaming once before deeming
this worth walking out on, ain't out to prove devout wrong
just how **** happens, like rapping on a song
forged in the slivers of chopped soul, the rock rolled
to let the rhythm hit em like rings of compressed coal
catching a lip, I been watching you slip
and forcasting your fall, leaf turning and all
shine divorced rhyme once she stepped out with stuntin
hunting for hunger but when I catch up it consumes me
used to fuel the desire, now fuse leads where my tomb be
so any blowin' up post-scripted, resisted lids lifted
and as light let image in, the focus obviously shifted
drifted from directed to past-tense path placer protected
each step self-selected and descision dissected
erected a sniper tower to red dot any blame deserving
trigger pulled after learning it's my own back observing
headshot to hindsight, once a drug designed height
seemed unparalleled, held lies up to light
bathe in what bled through, sick off what's fed you
led you to the earth's edge, see it as a birth bridge
into light leaning, I'm the sole survivor screaming
that you dipped into your dreaming once before deeming
this worth walking out on, ain't out to prove devout wrong
just how **** happens, like rapping on a song
forged in the slivers of chopped soul, the rock rolled
to let the rhythm hit em like rings of compressed coal
catching a lip, I been watching you slip
and forcasting your fall, leaf turning and all