arkaneinc
11-01-07, 10:48 AM
My life is kinda like a manuscript
If I offered you a han' you'd skip
Life's full of trials and tribulations
Lots of denials and sexual relations
Where do I start? What should be my part?
It tears me apart Do I have a heart?
Used to have endless inspiration now with what I'm facin
My Life's like a game on ****in’ Playstation
No controls but my buttons are always being pushed
Tried to hold my breath but my lungs are cushed.
Display my mental through a pencil
My exterior is as flimsy as tensil
Some want to know about my emotion
but that’s got more waves then the ocean
Its funny cuz if I didn't know it
I would think I wasn't Tha Thug Poet*
I've been through more **** than you can relate to
If you hear me say something about u it's not because I hate you
I've got a fate too an expiration date? I got that too
I even know that these expressions have escaped you.
See my life had an alpha and its had an omega
Flows kinda choppy and sloppy but bear with me I beg ya
When I was born my heart was torn insignificant like a piece of corn
15 years later I was scorn, heart was reborn, my head was horned
Went from a seed to the Devil indeed
Last one left Like poets are a dying breed
The lyrics that I recite I didn’t write
Is it right? 2night, I'll tell you about my sight
See I see things differently maybe more simply
It's beautiful as if I was conducting a symphony
If you were to look at me I'm the one pulling the strings uninterrupted
Easy to see my hearts corrupted probably couldn't tell since it erupted.
I’m dead inside just along for the ride
Swallowed my pride just roll with the tide
All that aside I still remember when I died
No one cried but a shot at a legacy? I tried
My inspiration was killed for profit I couldn't stop it
I thought I was a street *****h kinda like a ghetto prophet
Got two kids make me a proud dad and I'm happy for it
I adore it my goal? Homie I already scored it.
Most people are wondering why this skips around from place to place
guess you would understand more if I explained it face to face
My life’s a little combination of so many
It makes perfect sense with a chaser and some Henny
Life’s not predictable it changes gears like a faulty transmission
Always leaves you wishin’ that you knew what was the mission
Mine is complex yet it’s kind of simple too
My life doesn’t make sense to me does it make sense to you?
*= Tha Thug Poet is my name on another forum
If I offered you a han' you'd skip
Life's full of trials and tribulations
Lots of denials and sexual relations
Where do I start? What should be my part?
It tears me apart Do I have a heart?
Used to have endless inspiration now with what I'm facin
My Life's like a game on ****in’ Playstation
No controls but my buttons are always being pushed
Tried to hold my breath but my lungs are cushed.
Display my mental through a pencil
My exterior is as flimsy as tensil
Some want to know about my emotion
but that’s got more waves then the ocean
Its funny cuz if I didn't know it
I would think I wasn't Tha Thug Poet*
I've been through more **** than you can relate to
If you hear me say something about u it's not because I hate you
I've got a fate too an expiration date? I got that too
I even know that these expressions have escaped you.
See my life had an alpha and its had an omega
Flows kinda choppy and sloppy but bear with me I beg ya
When I was born my heart was torn insignificant like a piece of corn
15 years later I was scorn, heart was reborn, my head was horned
Went from a seed to the Devil indeed
Last one left Like poets are a dying breed
The lyrics that I recite I didn’t write
Is it right? 2night, I'll tell you about my sight
See I see things differently maybe more simply
It's beautiful as if I was conducting a symphony
If you were to look at me I'm the one pulling the strings uninterrupted
Easy to see my hearts corrupted probably couldn't tell since it erupted.
I’m dead inside just along for the ride
Swallowed my pride just roll with the tide
All that aside I still remember when I died
No one cried but a shot at a legacy? I tried
My inspiration was killed for profit I couldn't stop it
I thought I was a street *****h kinda like a ghetto prophet
Got two kids make me a proud dad and I'm happy for it
I adore it my goal? Homie I already scored it.
Most people are wondering why this skips around from place to place
guess you would understand more if I explained it face to face
My life’s a little combination of so many
It makes perfect sense with a chaser and some Henny
Life’s not predictable it changes gears like a faulty transmission
Always leaves you wishin’ that you knew what was the mission
Mine is complex yet it’s kind of simple too
My life doesn’t make sense to me does it make sense to you?
*= Tha Thug Poet is my name on another forum