damkrayzie
04-26-2005, 01:22 PM
It wasn't always like this, love was a practice...
Now I'm lacked and pissed, my swings miss....
I never knew I could nuke my life to a bomb....
Now it's like I just glued this knife to my palm....
Theres no please so nothin on these to the tendicies were seized...
Held and freezed with a thin seed with my skin to bleed...its a tease...
I don't want to mention the strife I went through cuz of my other life...
I hate this section of my life where my fate is my face reflection on the knife....
Lended the same thing this pen did..if suicide is done..I'm followin what the trend did...
She bended the mission and sended the decision of my exsitance to be ended....
I went and bought a gun that shoots straws, this is my shot son, my fate with flaws...
Problems? I block tons I hate to crawl but right now this shotgun has a date with my jaw....
I float around with the pain and slugs at the right time frame your brain as a wanted a sign...
It was all done in vain and drugs, all mine..I hope the blood stains the rug and your mind....
I pick this night to this line on this rhyme..this nine putts me in hell with bigger ditch...
My heads hurtin she plays innocent? What?! Mind as well pull the trigger bitch....
It wasn't always like this, love was a practice...
Now I'm lacked and pissed, my swings miss....
I never knew I could nuke my life to a bomb....
Now it's like I just glued this knife to my palm....
Im betting this bitch played, while I'm sweating with a switchblade doing a dirt plead...
Every inch of blood that comes out is for every word that she use to hurt me...
I fell with ease in the stars, she molded pain in clay and shovled coals in my part...
I count her as a disease because of the way she put these holes in my heart...
Fuck the light no happiness I'm folding the sun, death? I got drafted to pull it...
Fuck the sight of this crappyness, as I was holding the gun it was like she crafted the bullet...
I bust and it filled me..and billed the freezing of her resisting...
She didn't just kill me..she killed the reason of me exsisting...
As I sit here wondering how you fucked me over it's frightening...
I'm pondering how I got stuck and wished I got struck by lightening....
I'm not the type to case love but flood every lane worth while to frame...
Wipe my face with gloves of my own blood stain I smile as I die away pain...
I'm lacking and dieing, but I'm glad though as I blast, I just commited five sins...
I'm laughin and crying, as I see her shadow in the last seconds in my eyelids...
It wasn't always like this, love was a practice...
Now I'm lacked and pissed, my swings miss....
I never knew I could nuke my life to a bomb....
Now it's like I just glued this knife to my palm....
Now I'm lacked and pissed, my swings miss....
I never knew I could nuke my life to a bomb....
Now it's like I just glued this knife to my palm....
Theres no please so nothin on these to the tendicies were seized...
Held and freezed with a thin seed with my skin to bleed...its a tease...
I don't want to mention the strife I went through cuz of my other life...
I hate this section of my life where my fate is my face reflection on the knife....
Lended the same thing this pen did..if suicide is done..I'm followin what the trend did...
She bended the mission and sended the decision of my exsitance to be ended....
I went and bought a gun that shoots straws, this is my shot son, my fate with flaws...
Problems? I block tons I hate to crawl but right now this shotgun has a date with my jaw....
I float around with the pain and slugs at the right time frame your brain as a wanted a sign...
It was all done in vain and drugs, all mine..I hope the blood stains the rug and your mind....
I pick this night to this line on this rhyme..this nine putts me in hell with bigger ditch...
My heads hurtin she plays innocent? What?! Mind as well pull the trigger bitch....
It wasn't always like this, love was a practice...
Now I'm lacked and pissed, my swings miss....
I never knew I could nuke my life to a bomb....
Now it's like I just glued this knife to my palm....
Im betting this bitch played, while I'm sweating with a switchblade doing a dirt plead...
Every inch of blood that comes out is for every word that she use to hurt me...
I fell with ease in the stars, she molded pain in clay and shovled coals in my part...
I count her as a disease because of the way she put these holes in my heart...
Fuck the light no happiness I'm folding the sun, death? I got drafted to pull it...
Fuck the sight of this crappyness, as I was holding the gun it was like she crafted the bullet...
I bust and it filled me..and billed the freezing of her resisting...
She didn't just kill me..she killed the reason of me exsisting...
As I sit here wondering how you fucked me over it's frightening...
I'm pondering how I got stuck and wished I got struck by lightening....
I'm not the type to case love but flood every lane worth while to frame...
Wipe my face with gloves of my own blood stain I smile as I die away pain...
I'm lacking and dieing, but I'm glad though as I blast, I just commited five sins...
I'm laughin and crying, as I see her shadow in the last seconds in my eyelids...
It wasn't always like this, love was a practice...
Now I'm lacked and pissed, my swings miss....
I never knew I could nuke my life to a bomb....
Now it's like I just glued this knife to my palm....