yuppivore
05-21-2004, 10:16 PM
when jase was in highschool, still in grade 10
was the kinda kid that flicked shit at chicks with his pen
but like a chicken hen lays eggs, tough guys dont use heads
coz roaming streets at night with flashlights dont make legal friends.
see, illegal ends lead to difficult means,
and these difficult means bubble with troubling fiends
and these troubled fiends are uncontrolled teens
then success is gleaned by avoiding the vicious scheme
see
jason was a smart man but trapped without a plan
feeling a gatt gives him courage and respect like old skool jams
but like liquor stores worthlessness,
his bitterness formed hopelessness
and soon he couldnt cope, he felt so emotionless
feeling caged like dumb cattle as enraged as sweaty mammals
scratching out, reaching out to see his cages rattle
the constant battle cut jase down in his prime
trying to climb in the game of crime led to his demise
cold steel severed tendons, an bones cracked
flash burns and blast wounds made his dome black
he was only 17, but death took him back,
he just couldnt believe he could succeed off his own bat.
in fact it wasnt long before along came his mom
howling and suffering to find jason splashed and gone
with dead eyes staring open, blood drying in frozen motion
his mother cried realized life had only hurt him.
now the lies spread by television are more like a hellish vision
white picket fences dont mend the devil grinning
sending the mental spinning, for the future is fabricated
his belief in himself'd been emancipated,
inner self hated and by proxy society traded for satans underpinnings
the other minions, the other millions he went to school with
caught the bus with
fell in love with
felt a thug with
had his first hit with
it was in him like a sickness, his blood boiled
if only you couldve witness the way his mind toiled.
was the kinda kid that flicked shit at chicks with his pen
but like a chicken hen lays eggs, tough guys dont use heads
coz roaming streets at night with flashlights dont make legal friends.
see, illegal ends lead to difficult means,
and these difficult means bubble with troubling fiends
and these troubled fiends are uncontrolled teens
then success is gleaned by avoiding the vicious scheme
see
jason was a smart man but trapped without a plan
feeling a gatt gives him courage and respect like old skool jams
but like liquor stores worthlessness,
his bitterness formed hopelessness
and soon he couldnt cope, he felt so emotionless
feeling caged like dumb cattle as enraged as sweaty mammals
scratching out, reaching out to see his cages rattle
the constant battle cut jase down in his prime
trying to climb in the game of crime led to his demise
cold steel severed tendons, an bones cracked
flash burns and blast wounds made his dome black
he was only 17, but death took him back,
he just couldnt believe he could succeed off his own bat.
in fact it wasnt long before along came his mom
howling and suffering to find jason splashed and gone
with dead eyes staring open, blood drying in frozen motion
his mother cried realized life had only hurt him.
now the lies spread by television are more like a hellish vision
white picket fences dont mend the devil grinning
sending the mental spinning, for the future is fabricated
his belief in himself'd been emancipated,
inner self hated and by proxy society traded for satans underpinnings
the other minions, the other millions he went to school with
caught the bus with
fell in love with
felt a thug with
had his first hit with
it was in him like a sickness, his blood boiled
if only you couldve witness the way his mind toiled.