Darkness

part covetous, part genius

part put together, part of me in pieces, yet at peace this

Mr. Williams, feeling so hyped whenever i write my thesis /

Jesus, Christ, feel like a man crucified for a price

nice knowing ya', vice of kites blowing ya'

right into the night, the sight of tight corridors /

...i'm trying to find sight, this life is like night

the kite feel like knife

i fight like, Ali bom-aye, and i've died twice

coming home tonight /

...i'm coming home

where i've passed, no one shall know

what i've massed, no one shall mold

my guilt of the past, no one shall hold /

...dying for survival

i'm dying for my rivals

i'm dying like the Bible said

only one script i read, almost like the Bible dead /

and fuck i'm going down too

sometimes it feels like there ain't no one else around who

gets the pressure, gets depression, like we get the message

we look up and see it full, you only get the crescents /

you get the essence

superficial listeners think that I'm teaching lessons

but this is not a blessing in disguise, its more like living lies

cause the truth's to die, so its best the truth is denied /

and maybe its a climb, maybe i've arrived

still breathing God's air, so lucky to be alive

and funny at this time, like 4 long years ago

i was thinking life was all about trying /

come to find out life is all about lies

and who can keep the rest from knowing its a disguise

and keep the rich prized while the poor man cries

the king walks through and the door man sighs /

trying my shoes but they not your size

the flies surround the dead body in the suit & ties

the wisest man's veins can be as cold as ice

not a nerve so preserved, he can roll the dice without needs thats dire /

...without needs thats dire

balls they all admire, fill his needs, desire

calling all the moms who son's need some miles

and lend a hand to the mom who buries her child /