TrulyUndeniable
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I wrote one on like Thursday and one this mourning between classes. Rate and comment on them separate then tell me if they are related enough to be put in the same song. I didn't write them to go together, so I was wondering if they would fit.
verse 1:
Tell my story on the pad is where I preach this
Life in time from the bad and dark to prestigious
Trying to keep my mind as days turn to daze
Now it's a maze and sounds drown like guitars of purple haze
I get it straight for a minute, and think I'll be able
Then it gets late, and my thoughts all scramble like free cable
It's dramatic how you go from dynamic to static
To manual then the gear shifts right back to automatic
Pushing you through without no direction from you
You're bitter and blue, better yet, you just don't know what to do
No soldiers and no crew, just lost without feeling
The walls are crushing in and it is followed by the ceilin'
They both have ears but they don't hear just seldom listen
Then voice the wrong opinion through streets in pieces, with the thesis missin'
Thought I had it sewed and the road would swerve swiftly, no rocks
And the game would come full circle like the 360 from Xbox
Man I was wrong that song is another production
Without deduction, I get from this real life introduction
verse 2:
I'm tired during the day, but at night I can't sleep
Can't weep, when I try to cry, the tears won't seep
Eyes blind to the book, when try to look I can't peep
Through this strife called life, I can't reap
Any benefit, I thought I was heaven sent, guess not
Just arose from hell with a black roses and black thoughts
Like the Roots and there's chains on my boots
Searching freedom and a change though the loot
But fame can't buy the key for the shackles nor the hassles
And intelligence don't graduate with the tassels
They say black is not light, like the blind mans sight
With mad strain, but I got two eyes and all I see is mad pain
They said the King is the man with one in the land of this game
But Martin also had two, does that take the dream from his name
Stevie and Ray, both had to stand with out the decisions to see
So how could they be, the men who gave this visions to me?
How come, I want to be a black star like Kweli
And Malcolm, Mos Def, and Ali?
I breathe out wisdom in respiration, and heart strong with out fitness
Receive knowledge from a nation and for long, I'm the witness
Maybe one day I'll come to sense of all this odd
When they reminisce over you MY GOD
verse 1:
Tell my story on the pad is where I preach this
Life in time from the bad and dark to prestigious
Trying to keep my mind as days turn to daze
Now it's a maze and sounds drown like guitars of purple haze
I get it straight for a minute, and think I'll be able
Then it gets late, and my thoughts all scramble like free cable
It's dramatic how you go from dynamic to static
To manual then the gear shifts right back to automatic
Pushing you through without no direction from you
You're bitter and blue, better yet, you just don't know what to do
No soldiers and no crew, just lost without feeling
The walls are crushing in and it is followed by the ceilin'
They both have ears but they don't hear just seldom listen
Then voice the wrong opinion through streets in pieces, with the thesis missin'
Thought I had it sewed and the road would swerve swiftly, no rocks
And the game would come full circle like the 360 from Xbox
Man I was wrong that song is another production
Without deduction, I get from this real life introduction
verse 2:
I'm tired during the day, but at night I can't sleep
Can't weep, when I try to cry, the tears won't seep
Eyes blind to the book, when try to look I can't peep
Through this strife called life, I can't reap
Any benefit, I thought I was heaven sent, guess not
Just arose from hell with a black roses and black thoughts
Like the Roots and there's chains on my boots
Searching freedom and a change though the loot
But fame can't buy the key for the shackles nor the hassles
And intelligence don't graduate with the tassels
They say black is not light, like the blind mans sight
With mad strain, but I got two eyes and all I see is mad pain
They said the King is the man with one in the land of this game
But Martin also had two, does that take the dream from his name
Stevie and Ray, both had to stand with out the decisions to see
So how could they be, the men who gave this visions to me?
How come, I want to be a black star like Kweli
And Malcolm, Mos Def, and Ali?
I breathe out wisdom in respiration, and heart strong with out fitness
Receive knowledge from a nation and for long, I'm the witness
Maybe one day I'll come to sense of all this odd
When they reminisce over you MY GOD