i remember a time when i never had to think twice (remember?) a time when i didn't have be right (re- member?) a time when my awkwardness was freedom remember when your loneliness was dependent on boredom
ebonics got my etiquette reverbin to hip hop got my wires trippin can't think straight til the music stops my heartbeat racin faster body bouncin the bass drops now i need a reason to have reason while i hop
a hip hop a hippity hop to the 'industry grillz' eyes think breath's hot but the only thing hot are the beats, words? not the only thing feedin my spirit is gods spittin fire venomous death on i-pods i thought the reason we breath and we lived was to praise God to raise god bless with kisses not navigatin bullets for 'b-itches' n 'sn-itches'
lil wayne got lyrics now busta rhymes in rhythm now pharell songs ain't tone def now and kanye's gangsta is 50 cent's shy of ridin slow on natural gas
artists navigate musicians orchestrate spirits divinate while my soul gravitates
down to ditches of the lyrics of dead men wallowin in the trenches in the battle for heaven dancin on the bleechers of high schools for anotha fix to lead homely virgin to a LYFE style of playin trix when i turned on the music i neva thought life wld be like this but seems the more i listen the more i speak my future... "this" this rearrange in metronome spells "sh-t" but God's gift was the swift slicin tongue liftin spirits the gift was a rapper spittin knowledge in decibals inculcate decimals, synthesized chemicals, breakin down the bio-rhythmic ancestors sacred scrolls... and yet still
nigg__z still snap yo fingaz n freeze
maybe we need to 'ride slow homeys' and breathe somethin different from blood n flesh artifacts from newbies and OGz...
now i gotta be me you he she they us them when the sum of them don't equal me
now awkwardness equals free doom loneliness brings unknown father's to girls rooms thinkin means you lost hope homey - u' die soon only thing makes you right... is livin life like a monkey, parrot, or tropical lagoon (copy, imitate, fluctuate and ...evaporate)
i remember a time when i never had to think twice (remember?) a time when i didn't have be right (re- member?) a time when my awkwardness was freedom remember when your loneliness was dependent on boredom
ebonics got my etiquette reverbin to hip hop got my wires trippin can't think straight til the music stops my heartbeat racin faster body bouncin the bass drops now i need a reason to have reason while i hop
pleez
stop.
MUSE
to much ish out there... need somethin for my soul... 4 real... right? (c) Copyright July 14, 2006 by Artist Known As MUSE - MarcArthur St. Juste
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Speak and it shall manifest Breathe and it shall live Love and it shall triumph Give and it shall never be lost... ever... - MarcArthur St. Juste
"not one voice unheard" - VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)
4. "RE: remember.....(half bake thought)" In response to Reply # 0
akward face expression deja vu who b captions stranded on black faded wax maded remake stakes fall 22 pounds mc grill good teeth tv seals crack to bare 190 proof wood grain wayne and 16 boy toys blue jazz swinging on keys michael make come back while sis 40 years later resting on her back for kermit the southen playa listic dial lated pupils hush puppies squeek ren no sains cotton pedals wraped innocent in like str. jackets 50 2 bit hustlas pack cosmedics deadly camera shots hip hop is a fashion show wit silver pink egos hanging from niggros while supremes invest own ship hard ship lil wanna be crips clog in drain
set me free i wanna be
you talk all that what you going to but what you do
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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