SOMEBODY SHUT THAT PAIN UP! by bishop g/ kingyoda/ d.dunbar
DEPRESSED STRESSING DOOM... ADMIRING THE HALF RED CRESCENT MOON... WHAT IF THATS JUST A BIG BALLOON... INFLATED AND DEFLATED BY CONTROLLERS OF SPACE, ASPIRING MOLDERS OF FATE WITH GOALS TO CREATE, A BIG PEICE OF OUT OF REACH ART... I WAS OUT TO REACH HEARTS AND GOT SO LOST IM NOT ALLOWED A RESTART, CANT SAY FOR SURE WHY I KEEP BUILDING ON FLIMSY LIMBS... OR WHOSE FAULT HALTED THE STREGNTH... MINES OR THEMS, EFFECTS TRICKLE DOWN...RIPPLES RIPPING THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF OPTIMISTIC RIVERS ONLY A DROWNED MAN CAN SIT THROUGH, WATCHING THE SPLIT BETWEEN DREAMS AND THE ACHIEVABLE, THE PAIN IN LIFE MAKES SPOKEN WORD OF MY UNSPEAKABLE...
They say life is what you make it now see thats a understatement cause there are things you have no control over and you are forced to take it, So you feel lonely and vaccant, used to be alone when you awakened Startled and frightned in strange crowds cause you see no friendly faces, So u put up a guard that no one will get to your heart then try to break it, You feel self protected growing up in a home of being knowingly neglected... forced to hear conversations, arguements and disrespected.
THURRR SHE BLOWS PART 2 by bishop g/ kingyoda/d.dunbar
GIVE AN OLD FRIEND NEW ADVICE, OPINIONS NO TWO ALIKE, ALWAYS HAD A PROBLEM WITH WHO TO HATE AND WHO TOO LIKE, LIVE A DEEP SCUBA LIFE, SHALLOW TOO A POOL OF ICE, HOW CAN YOU REALLY KNOW THE DEPTH OF A POOL OF ICE? WISE WORDS... HELP YOU VIEW LIFE THROUGH A NEW DEVICE, SEEING SHIT ANOTHER WAY ONLY NOW EXCLUDING SIGHT, THESE ARE DARKTIMES THE FAITHFUL KNOW CONCLUDE WITH LIGHT, EVEN IF NATURE ERASES ALL TRACES OF HUMAN LIFE!
LONG LOST LOVE, SHORT FOUND HATE, SHORT LOVE LEAVE'S LONGER MEMORIES OF HATE, AND LONG HATE GAINS VALUE... BECOMES APPRECIATED, LIKE WE COULDVE BEEN FORGOTTEN BUT ATLEAST WE MADE IT, GRADED A THROUGH F... WHO'S THE TEACHER THOUGH? PEOPLE OF THE EGO CANT BE EAGLE'S AND THAT EQUALS NO... BUT TOO SOAR IS AN AWARD AND YOU SCORE A YES, YIN AND YANG... YOUR WAY OR MINE... SHINE WHEN ITS MORE OR LESS, APPLAUD DEATH... SHED TEARS AT THE SIGHT OF BIRTH, PSYCHO MINDS TRYNA DEPOPULATE US FOR A LIGHTER EARTH... HOW BOUT WE JUST GET RID OF BIG HEAD CLOWN HOES, I DONT MIND SLIPPING IF THE GROUNDS FROZE....
YOU SAY MONEY OVER EVERYTHANG? WHAT A SPELL TOO BE UNDER, DO I BELIEVE IN GOD? MY ANSWER IS 3 NUMBERS, ONE, ZERO, ZERO PERCENT... I KNOW THE WRATH, BROUGHT FORTH ON THE PEOPLE FOR LOVING THE GOLDEN CALF, IM BROKEN GLASS HARD TO TOUCH...BUT STILL SHINY, CHOSE A PATH WHERE ITS HARD TOO TRUST OR WALK BLINDLY, AND EVERYDAY REMINDS ME THAT TIME IS THE GREAT REDUCER, SO EVEN OUT YOUR PAST TO AVOID AN ODD FUTURE, IM NO TYLER CREATOR FAN... ID RATHER CREATE A FAN... ERASE THE COMPLEX NONSENSE WITH A BASIC PLAN, AND RULE NUMBER ONE WOULD BE PUT NO FAITH IN MAN, FLAMES FROM FAME SEEMS TO GRATE THEM TO A FLAKE OF SAND!
Who is This Muthafucka? by bishop g/ kingyoda/ d.dunbar
MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER, I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR, WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER,I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR, I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE... THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM, AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM... THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL... THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN... NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN... NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS... SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS... INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO, THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW, I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE, I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU, SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED... BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...
THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER, ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA (AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}
