My circle revolve around the hold it downs n keeep it ups,
moving with a meaning, and i aint feeling buzeed,
i dont seek the fuss, fake love man are dealing,
cause my concern is gutters, political and creaming,
a tribute to the lost souls at the cross roads,
who flossed off fools gold, got pots of dirt coal,
but no grudges are held, when you serving the scale,
for better choices, cause no positives surface,
from outa the gritty curtains a little city emerges,
and sickly the witty murmurs start to out your furnace,
cause spirit is well thought, longtime conspired sort,
hard to establish yet easily distorted...

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

>a tribute to the lost souls at the cross roads,
>who flossed off fools gold, got pots of dirt coal,
>but no grudges are held, when you serving the scale,
>for better choices


*Nyce*

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 ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

gutters, political and creaming,
a tribute to the lost souls at the cross roads,
who flossed off fools gold, got pots of dirt coal,

doing guillian escaping into a sick com
throwing bails of dead trees finger rolls bombs
coby destiny owes me whose in charge rows
of right off the lines hummers told towed
in bold cold contact i step back from unbreakable beef
and hang missile toes reefs over zig zag zipper
do you think she'll kiss flipper a dolphine
who saves sos braves setting up smoking
and outkast is telling me to get up get out end
something in baron's barn room dancing star's court
room of white wigs orange butts sizzling like sig


starts here
stale mate i ponder hate then take it's child out to dinner
so the world can remember how i loved you but you gave me
holloy wood blue shuffle and stacked in a juke box at the juke joint
blazing nice one ak

yeah, the circle is easily distorted when coke is snorted
took a reaL rhyme, made it aborted, got metaphors sorted
toss some sleek heat bought from the street
nigga from queens, went out to jersey last thursday
get that gravy while he shoplift @ old navy
'heard reality has no name, only hector to blame . . {}

www.daveyd.com

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

Thanks for the coments as usual, photo once more, ill addon freedom and huey...

another..Part 2

Even the cleanest system is prone to cross fire,
conspire hell bent laws can only elicit flaws,
my homies done did it raw, years, from two to four,
pain seers through the cheers and mirrors all the gore,
...pivot my axis one eighty, none made me,
reflecting through my rear view lately,
mum gave me birth but society raped me,
difference is consistence when you fit the description,
of a victim,
i been through it, viewings to action, minus satisfaction,
refine on the definition, free admission,
but nothing in life is free, so be willing,
to walk where i stepped, and brushed up on where i swept.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az