IRC-Galleria

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Now I'm the first to admit the fact
I've done a little bit of this and that
just wanna spit my raps, my life ain't yo' concern
I ain't gone carry the weight of the world
and I don't know what to tell you
I've been to Heaven but I've tasted Hell, too
face the Devil, don't give a fuck
smack him in his face, kick him inna nuts

They say I talk a lot
I walk a block with both feet broke
the storm a rock, but ain't sinking Red's boat
I see the coast, but I'm too blurry-eyed to see hope
inna chokehold
trying to hold on these ropes
I've done less wrong than I've done right
but I can never escape what I've done right
thinking Lucifer live on Jupiter, he chilling right here
but I'm killing this nightmare
not willing to fight fair
Hell with a Nike Air, I run barefoot through the desert
make the whole damned world follow my neck jerk
laying it brick by brick
the kid don't quit until he got a pyramid
now I'm a stand tall inna Land of the Lost
you just got laid off? we gone handle yo' boss
so get yo' hands where my eyes can see 'em
if you's a human being

refrain

I left my ex-girl in Hell hurt, wasn't there for her
was an expert in putting Red first, though I care for her
now I'm a broken man
my life slipping away although I'm holding on with both hands
for some folks it's dope, I need liquor to calm me
drink 'til I'm a zombie
Helsinki ain't no palm trees
looking back I understand the man I should have been
but thing is that I truly am haunted by the boogeyman
I took a stand long time ago, I treat people how I want 'em to treat me
but shit ain't easy
when he keeps calling it's hard not to answer
my number changing like Pampers
but it don't matter
is it a bad world or a bad God?
am I a bad man having a bad day, or bad odds?
too many damned scars, trying to patch 'em up
I don't really do it no more but pass the blunt

refrain

Don't you know what you listening to
a God damned white man singing the blues
take a good look 'cause I'm the living proof
trying to walk the narrow road in these shitty ass shoes
Now you know what you listening to
a God damned white man singing the blues
take a good look 'cause I'm the living proof
trying to walk the narrow road in these shitty ass shoes

I was losing my last bit of faith
my way out wasn't the door but the windowpane
only thing I had in my life's liquor and misery
and the only thing I could write was my obituary
this my way a telling my brothers that I appreciate
how they kept my vision straight
reason that I live today
I miss 'em days when we would just sit and blaze
talking 'bout which a them chicks got big tits and things
but things change
and I ain't gonna be bitter man
'cause I know that love always wins the hate
let your fists swing where my eyes can see 'em
Helsinki, worldwide, if you's a human being..

refrain

Grass and Pernod
you just laugh and let go
fill up her glass and her Soul
that night she had this magical glow
and she was dancin' like "Wow!"

Every night she gets advances - I know
these can't be the last chances I blow
I wonder if she fancies my flow
and if I get her number will she answer my calls?

This sounds like classical prose
romances - I'm told - require passion and growth
or else they turn out all nasty and grose
just keep the shit real like mic blastin' at shows

Another glass of Pernod
we listening to Jazzmatazz at her home
the rest of the house sleeping - we blastin' Hydro
your hand on my head
that's the last thing I know

It used to be all one-night-stands
looking for fast kicks
girlfriends - had my ass kicked by the last six
been hangin' with this girl for the past weeks
a beautiful mind and some beautiful ass cheeks

first we got along fantastic
we're told our thing together is a classic
at first the feeling was massive
but then the situation started turning drastic

It's cruel - and e v'ryone knows it's true
you always hurt the one that you closest to
Love make a patient man blow his fuse
but for violent beh aviour there's no excuse

You're my muse - evere since making out in the cab
then we met again - this time it's you, me and Pab
I'm really glad - we're both pretty mad
you my colgate soulmate when I'm feeling sad

We talked about literature - the last book you bought
I wanted to unhook your bra
but I didn't afraid I might've shook you off
but you're not the chicken that I took you for

it's hardcore - can she really be so kind
I close the door - ohmigod - she's so fine
count to four - and indeed you'll find
that you need your time
until you breathe alright

I can't sleep - I think I'm gonna read all night
I can't concentrate - I feel I can't read or write
hope she falls asleep thinkin that he's alright
I promise I'm gonna buy you that Dedolight

It's like Me-Oh-My
I feel so fine
I'm on the train to thee 0-9
to see my muse - I want her to be all mine
it's that real time, real life peace of mind