VERSE I

a year ago,

yol wouldn't wannah be stuck with me,
nowdayz,
yol wouldn't wannah fahk with me,

I know a dance with a beast,
sounds kinda lov-a-ly,
buh judge this book by its cover,

coz inside its all ug-a-ly,

I ain't tha tipical man,

you hear about in stories,
realities kasted me out through a fiction catagory,


tha one that always leaves,
because he's make believe,
and always thinks he needz,

to get fahked up at parties,

dang,

how'd my life come to thiz,
no tomorrows,
drinkin bottles,

feelin blotto from tha fifth,
back pocket, number six,
pop rock it, take a sip,

even if itz warm, I drink it,
coz I ain't wastin %#@!,


I need to hit tha pitz,
my engines startin to make new soundz,
my train of thought is late,

off tha rails upside down,

I wish that I could change back,

to how you once knew me,
buh thiz is all I have left,
from yourz truely,





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and still I ain't %#@!,

atleast compared to you,
she gave me her advice,
upon wah I should do,


sing more harmony flows,
to get more views and hits

I love ya honisty hoe,
buh you can sit on thiz,



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starty starty night (echo)


don't get too offended love,
I'm jus expressin my art,
like van gogh,

buh instead I'm slicin out my heart (echo)

paint my colour blue (echo)


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VERSE II

another new saturday,

another cold night, (echo)
I hold my pen tight,
while my rhyme book lines,
glow off tha moon light, (echo)


my mind runs free playin tha park,
all my rhymes take me further in tha dark,
I see em tryna scope me, a distant dog barks,
they must of caught my sent I pissed on their mark,


ya catch that?
I bet cha fahkin didn't,
ya mentality ain't on tha same level as all my writtenz,
thiz is rap without a lable,
so check ya timetable,

run back to univercity,
so they can pull ya cablez,

book worm fiendz,
tricked into chasin dreamz,

graduate get cream,
to be a goverment machine,

while yol did tha milage,
to up and pass college,
I studied street knowledge,

to flow up stream,


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VERSE III

a lonely soul,
that no one ever missed,
behind 16 bars,
no one bailed my arrest,

I can't feel tha beat,
inside my treasure chest,
and tha last hint thats left on tha map,
is jus my ex,

that can't be tha reason,
I'm a broken heartless artist,

waitin for that right season,
to pick a bunch of girls to harvest,

my lyrical difficalty,
itz switched to heardest,
myrically spiritually,
feelin like I've gone to flow tha farthest,


yeah,
yeain't seen a colder g,
jeans low, rag, tall tee,
so you know itz me,
hopin for forgivness under tha starz,
yeah thatz why you'll see,

I'm prayin that I'm blessed,
surrounded by my rosarys,

I can feel it,
tha more n more I pay attention,
and if I can't,
tha more I seem to find depression,

always stressin,
new confessions,
double checkin,
second guessin,
eyes are messin,
my reflection,
only colour is agression.


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