Lovely Change
• Written by Distraktion
I've got attempted murder,
when i was harder.
I fought every week,
and life was never bleak.
I'ma worder, a rapper
I fight to get expressed
that which i don't repress
I'm gettin in wit the rest
with violence I'm obsessed
but the lack of action
leaving me so depressed
My soul is on fire
something with my passion
is this they all desire
I walk around in life,
looking like death, with a scythe.
Yet i can't put on this faith,
but I'm looking up, i'm looking alive
Now look here deary,
Life ain't Siri.
I bought u that phone,
so you could hear me.
Everytime i'm getting attached,
i find myself getting so attacked.
<now i'm starting to be feelin the rhymes,
i' gonna be gettin harder with time,
and it hurts so much
having ta leave again
so I"m burnin this clutch.
goin too fast,
now I'm walking a crutch
I'm telling u it takes just
takes so much courage
to this life i must adjust>
*66 syl. 53 wds in 11 sec*
now I'm turning a new page
tryina get rid of all this rage
tired of that teenage rampage
now sittin backstage
thinkin of what lyrics to engage
thinkin what else i can change
to keep this monster in his cage
when I'm out there offstage
the one thing all these
loser lovers offered me
was a chance to show me
the changes to make in me
cuz i love too hard
like a lovely bee
why cant any of you believe?!?!?
that under all this, beneath
my ego, my self, my survival,
i change with you its vital
you understand
I'm tired of getting hurt
this i just cant withstand
so I'ma stop with the rant
but show you my demand
and if you wont listen, I'm damned
ill try not to expand
this simple idea so bland
i just want a chance,
a little belief in where i stand
the ability to explain
why i'm parched in this land
and why i do what i do
and why i chose you!
cuz, maybe I'm wrong
but i thought you would understand
give me chance,
help me get rid of my layers
cuz my hearts gonna
die soon if i cant get them off
it's already got a cough
the heart of the onion
is sweet with adrenaline
though my layers been soured with my hustlin.
so dear god,
I'm tired of gettin robbed.
why do you want me to think you still exist
when you seem to have lost all interest
you see me down here so depressed
i have no other option than to get fuckin pissed!
now look here, look at my wrist.
look at my brain, my heart, and soul.
if you really exist.
look at these scars on my body and mind and spirit
they're reaching their limit,
my minds about to split
now if you really exist.....
lemme find true love that i just can't resist.
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Distraktion
Member since September 7 2018