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
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