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4114, there are many paths ( a tril joint)
Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:56 AM
~wildout~
i been dealin wit my own spirits
kinda hard to hear it
its like im gettin to the clearing
but im still in the woods
and i see the light out there
but inside shit aint all good
so here we go again
the beauty of this shit got my pen
linking minds with where the road bends
i spend nights thinking on friends
while trying to meet ends
streets where the police stand
and every light is a watcher
and every youth is a son or daughter
but i dont give a fuck i need funds
my morality is clashing with my manhood when i hold these guns
damn p im a sun, not a father
but one day i hope i have a daughter
instead im in these streets as they get hotter
~pg~
Streets filled with Orphans like you
killing each other for portions so few
You gotta live you gotta survive
before you can give your full self and be survived
The child will come once the fathers childhood has past
And if you ain't in the second heat it's your own blood you'll cheat if you don't grow up fast
For a crippled mind can only teach crippled thoughts
And guide through paths that end in sorrow and the stench of failed potential as it rots
I survived
I wallowed in shit
My Pride
I swallowed it
Now I am free
And now I is we
I is she and he and him
For this I will always fight and we will always win
The depth can exert pressure beyond your ability to stay intact
To have your soul cracked and a new one born of the wound
To live life only to bring joy to your child in a world seemingly destined to be doomed
The struggle of life does not stop
But rather than succumb to the pain you gotta just get right on top
And believe in hope until the very last bombs drop
~blak yukon~
the product of pablo's deceit
here stands a man whos loud aura surrounds without speak
blak the purgatory of wild and P's stories
though the latter
swallow the pride fill up the bladder and ride
shit out doubt
spit out bars that many but even more the self need
for uplift
hell,to be left a bitter shell just aint worth it
f'real,
keep puttin'in work
while a smirk held in the face of hate
to them you the odd man
nah man,
you just at ease with all trust in placed in
God's hands