Casket Closure.
Brixton
"Store it in a dark place & keep it"..
.. my secret, was the only deep shit that recognised a weakness.
Due to sleepless - nights, & tensions tight..
.. my guilt was kept in check and defeatless.
A small incident at Christmas, erupted into a mass orgy of loathing,
bestowing beyond my good intentions to a lesson of hate growing.
& glowing, illuminous sparks throwing yet more coal onto the fire,
and the higher it grew, there was no-one who - could make it expire.
You really think this is a story for hire?
That once you started reading I'd be greeting you in w/ open arms?
No queries or quarms? Reveal the reason I actually chose to do harm?
DO NOT BE FUCKING STUPID.
That's just a lucid - dream, and it seems that I've already said too much.
I'd rather hold back the love, and bewilder you with more..
if I could.
As for my hands being stained with blood, the rough of a story
isn't actually what you'd picture it to be.. all brutal & gory.
See now that would bore me, & if I told you, this tirade would simply be over..
& I don't want to be the one, who gave myself ..
Nahlidge
i hate silent nights, so i`m tryna fight
my mind, and light the path that i`m tryna ignite
hear china, think white, but call `em a chink
fall on the sink, throwin` up, 2 many bottles to drink
still drinkin`, a bottle a day keeps the problems away
or is it, a bottle a day to keep the doctor away?
locked in a cage, slaved, but my spirit runs free
cried a river, built a bridge, hope the river`ll run clean
some things, are worth the burden, a select few
in a money hungry world, that`s waitin` to digest you
and friends play politics, life`s a game, ur just a part of it
tryna find love, but you can`t reach the heart of it
so u swallow it, whole, when ur caught in a hole
wishin` lucky charms really came with a pot of the gold
it darkens ur soul, and already a part of it`s sold
to the highest bidder, unburyin` a garden of cold...hearts
Brandon Heat
blame murder on rap, it's harder to cope,
put suicide on rock... we started them both...
now... they choke respect, it's harder to claim,
over came necro, so they gave me it's name...
so... I move... over, started to think it
buy a new rover... n' started to sink in...
my new motor comes in... plus my new motion,
just pop guns n'... shuck n' jive for em...
money'll ride for them... fuck you pay me,
take care of the kid... n' the lights been off lately...
life's been all crazy, I know it's wrong but,
either stop cryin now... or I'll shake you to shut up...
fuck... I'm tired of shit,
minimum wage... fucked truck... that I'll drive off a cliff...
it's a shame how... the shit we're prone to,
is a bitch now... meaning the shit we go through...
Edicius
Life .. darkness .. suffering .. pain..
The only thing i could taste was this repentance
hidden from the masses with an ecliptic visual sentence
and this devastation of ultimate doom was apocalyptic
it was over a done deal as life as entities transcripted..
sure i tryed to open my eyes in psychological states,
broke free of my memorys to figure out my own fate..
but my being was radically distinctive, noone equal
tears of blood, my heartbeat stopped without a sequel
with a mind state close to a melancholy depression
i failed to complete my own session i got inadequate
& my spirits w/out proper impression
.. left me dispirited, took a fatal digression
end of session..resulted in just me alone and my lifeless expression
these feelings so sad of inadequacy, so despondent
.. cause my hope flooded away
screamed for help, yet noone respondent..
trapped in this big bubble, it will never pop & there is no savior ..
im just an incubated induvidual trying to conceal
..my shortcomings by exaggerating desirable behaviors,
maybe its a dream or reflection of my own potrayed selection
.. in search of perfection
but my thoughts are designed to elude cautious detections..
.. untill that casket closed.
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