Wit's End.
Pushin n pullin, it seems as if i'm losin my hold
living on only in the stories in my music i've told
now i can no longer recognize a bar in a beat
i'm starvin to eat, once again to be a part of tha beef
regardless of me music has found a way to strive
it'll leech off the speech of others and stay alive
and a new MC takes tha mic n starts learnin tha ways
so that all i can do is hear the blasphemy n turn in my grave
how is my purpose displayed?? i cant mask tha terror
how can i make an imprint on a beat that'll last forever
memories of back in the past, i was focused then
when my spirit n lyrics seemed to know no end
now i've come to a dead stop, red hot but coolin down
its like i learned my lesson for some time n now school is out
i've been left to wander the streets wit no place ta go
music used to take control, but now it replaced its home
Real Thorough
got no mic in my hand, & no1 jumpin tonight
life's boring & quiet now i aint bumpin' the vibes
cat's was paper wit my pen cos sentances ripped
now its like loosing a friend how im missin this shit
i had the plan to go out & allways follow my dream's
kids who hated my rhymes, now all on my scheme's
emcee's taking shots at me, & wont leave it at that
cuz i turned on music, now its just beats in the back
its a one way beaten track, & my smile turned to frown
but now i wanna go back, & yet cant turn around
hurtin now, cuz i sinned, i should quit fightin to live
now the lord hates me cuz i stopped writin my script's
im not liking this shit, not bein a emcee is gettin to me
no longer a disturbance, im too busy restin in peace
lettin it bleed cuz my heart's ruined, im needin to rest
cuz i lost my music, now i lost the beat in my chest
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Liquid through my veins., by Nomad & Opus