Apr 28, 2006 22:50
scared to go, flared with flows, barren hope, where'd it go?
must've known, something froze, a fuse has ruptured, blown
fucking cope, they said, but i ain't nothing dope, juxtaposed
...against the rest, composed of too much stress, "suppose" it off my chest
blessed - with a curse, and hexed with a gift
the mess just got worse and complex with the shit
repress all my spits, they get measured again
against what i rip, and it's spreading like sin