Dec 13, 2004 12:13
i remember days of chillin back
i was the smartest kid up in the class
readin a book, while sittin on my ass
i came to revalations about relations and being passed
off as a genious but my leniency wouldnt last
and so i cast myself into the darkness
and grabbed my pen and my pad...and then it's all spit ( you hear me? )
im not a man that you can deal with because this life is erie
and it's scary but im sure that i can handle it
provided that it's real...but it's not...i got a plan
im kinda like des cartes...''i only think because i am''
and if im ceasing to exist...then you can write down my life
because this rap is only rap if there's people to entice
and life is not answer to the question it's more like the question to be answered
if im living with a cancerous form
i cannot grow to see my son as the boss of a firm
and cannot possibly learn
to have some love to return
and when im up in the hearn
remember that i passed and all these ashes are actually
remainders of existance.. [ you askin?]
because it's factual that when you pass you lose a pound and a half
and when i gasp i guess it's jesus grabbin me...
im the last one to grasp the facts in front of me
and so i passed it back like a meal i didnt want for free
but you cant blame decisions i made cuz it's my right
to not feel the life i live until i sit down and write it..