Sicilian Spit
09-03-07, 08:01 PM
Another one from the rhyme book.
How come writin only comes to me when I'm depressed?
Stressed out or messed up is how I'm pennin the best
Lost a few inner battles but I'm winnin the rest
Cuz I pledged to give myself a new beginnin, a test
To see how long I can remain this way
Yesterday I finally shooed my inner pest away
I'll confess that my destiny's a guess today
So I live my life fully, never rest a day
I'm blessed to say, that I come from the West, the Bay
Talk bad about my spot and you'll be pressed to pay
Cuz it molded me into what I've come to be
Took hold of me, I vowed to stay while some would flee
Some could see, that I'm on a positive tip
Like I'm gone off some trees on an impossible trip
Because of the zip ya boy doin implausible flips
Mataphorically euphoric never tossin a clip
Floss in a whip, is that of what dreams are made?
As you get older hopefully that dream will fade
To me, integrity for money seems the trade
While most these other people's recognition seems delayed
Ya team will fade eventually as will ya health
And all that's left'll be the feelings you instill in yaself
So many people out there willin to do killins for wealth
But later on I'll be happy while you killin yaself
Feelin ya wealth? Never man, she's feelin ya power
See that b*tch? You want her you can Steel Her like Cowher
Singin ohhh, ingower, this b*tch is lookin sour
Cuz you lost so much paper now you workin by the hour
I'm like a tower way up in the skies
I'm crumblin down cuz pessimism spells my demise
Tried optimisim can't even do it for one verse
But keep vyin till I'm finally through wit this glum curse
How come writin only comes to me when I'm depressed?
Stressed out or messed up is how I'm pennin the best
Lost a few inner battles but I'm winnin the rest
Cuz I pledged to give myself a new beginnin, a test
To see how long I can remain this way
Yesterday I finally shooed my inner pest away
I'll confess that my destiny's a guess today
So I live my life fully, never rest a day
I'm blessed to say, that I come from the West, the Bay
Talk bad about my spot and you'll be pressed to pay
Cuz it molded me into what I've come to be
Took hold of me, I vowed to stay while some would flee
Some could see, that I'm on a positive tip
Like I'm gone off some trees on an impossible trip
Because of the zip ya boy doin implausible flips
Mataphorically euphoric never tossin a clip
Floss in a whip, is that of what dreams are made?
As you get older hopefully that dream will fade
To me, integrity for money seems the trade
While most these other people's recognition seems delayed
Ya team will fade eventually as will ya health
And all that's left'll be the feelings you instill in yaself
So many people out there willin to do killins for wealth
But later on I'll be happy while you killin yaself
Feelin ya wealth? Never man, she's feelin ya power
See that b*tch? You want her you can Steel Her like Cowher
Singin ohhh, ingower, this b*tch is lookin sour
Cuz you lost so much paper now you workin by the hour
I'm like a tower way up in the skies
I'm crumblin down cuz pessimism spells my demise
Tried optimisim can't even do it for one verse
But keep vyin till I'm finally through wit this glum curse