Sicilian Spit
09-24-07, 04:14 AM
Sometimes I wanna give up, like I could never live up
To what's expected of me, it's kept above me
Seems unattainable, these forces hex and shove me
All I want in life's a dime ho to sex and love me
That eclectic love G, I seek it out
But not at night cuz that's when all the freaks be out
Freaks me out to think of my impending death
So I work and play hard until my ending breath
I'm lending breath to most the words that float in my head
But keep my innermost thoughts and show the coating instead
Gloating ain't dead, but been replaced by loathing instead
Misappropriated hate translates to throwin the lead
I'm goin to bed cuz I just can't take no more
My mind is runnin circles, on the brink of war
Wit myself, not knowin will I sink or soar
So when I wake up I take a pen and ink some more
Shrink the core of my message down to a phrase
I'm runnin through life confused like I'm confounded to a maze
But I'm still bound to amaze wit these lyrical skills
Leave ya head spinnin like you took some miracle pills
Miracle quills is why ya boy can write so well
A thick Sicilian d*ck is why he pipe so well
My oral skills allow me to incite so well
And this atheism earns me an invite to hell
Another verse from the rhyme book. From a little while ago.
To what's expected of me, it's kept above me
Seems unattainable, these forces hex and shove me
All I want in life's a dime ho to sex and love me
That eclectic love G, I seek it out
But not at night cuz that's when all the freaks be out
Freaks me out to think of my impending death
So I work and play hard until my ending breath
I'm lending breath to most the words that float in my head
But keep my innermost thoughts and show the coating instead
Gloating ain't dead, but been replaced by loathing instead
Misappropriated hate translates to throwin the lead
I'm goin to bed cuz I just can't take no more
My mind is runnin circles, on the brink of war
Wit myself, not knowin will I sink or soar
So when I wake up I take a pen and ink some more
Shrink the core of my message down to a phrase
I'm runnin through life confused like I'm confounded to a maze
But I'm still bound to amaze wit these lyrical skills
Leave ya head spinnin like you took some miracle pills
Miracle quills is why ya boy can write so well
A thick Sicilian d*ck is why he pipe so well
My oral skills allow me to incite so well
And this atheism earns me an invite to hell
Another verse from the rhyme book. From a little while ago.