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Chrome
01-16-2004, 09:30 PM
my emotions just flow, through tha sufferin and pain/
young kids gettin shot, abortions, clinical aids/
i need a spot to rest my soul, away from tha distress/
a place away from hate, look out for my best interests/
so many times i said that i'll do sumthin bout it/
but i dont, just end up thinkin bout it/
sumtimes i wonder, if god even cares for us/
or are we just his game, plays, then leaves us to rust/
but i guess im lucky, cuz ive never lost a freind to death/
but sum others aint so lucky, sum of their freinds are laid to rest/
my dreams are cursed, visions and thoughts i receive/
i wish theyd leave, ive had it up to tha last degree/
i gotta choice, with this knife in my hand/
should i end it, or should i take one more stand/
i need to live, but sumtimes i wanna die/
find myself up late at night, cant sleep wanna cry/
i feel that i dont do good enuf, thinkin im useless/
i get all tha blame, yelled at with mental abuses/
even though im young, doesnt mean i dont care/
wish tha pain would subside, but just grows to a nightmare/
its hard livin without love, u start to doubt yer existance/
so dont be surprised if i end up gone, cuz i need assistance/

DatNutyNut
01-17-2004, 08:15 AM
i think this should b in the poetry forum,BUT read the rules there....

PEACE

SiNiS
01-29-2004, 11:48 PM
YO, I feel your pain, but all is well, SiNis Savant sendin it all to hell!

My raps are bomb drill dramatic/
i reek havic, thrill finatics, feel the iraqi' attack panic/
i aint manic, just an addict who aint had it/
to dam tragic how he pre planned it/
I laught at it, gasp and pass it/
after that hit you have to ass it/
wisdons an asset, attached like facets/
cant see me yet, its the white mask like caspa's/
the mic graspa', Lucifer herrasser/
he hates me spiritually, i'm sappossed to be a pastor/
If God asked ya', to come fight with me/
would you take your arms/
or stay, watch and see/
your family's, harm rate/
steadily increase/
I was born wit' sin and raised in the long beach streets/
Destined a minister, but sinisters an emcee'/
A profit for the men, who can intelligently comprehend/
every humans a dessendent of original SIN/
the life you live outside your skin/
makes the light within/
recorded on text so lets begin/
i'm lyrically stacked, so attack, and i'll Defend/
It's armagedon!
heaven and hells gonna fight/
it's armagedon!
the end to all human life?
Its armagedon

S-I-N-I-S