And They Said. . . . Thou Shall Be The Wretched of The World

. . . what do i do to say what i gotta say? smoke joints your holiness, if i may . . .

. . . Life is just a coupla lessons that i've learnt, could do nothin' but light both ends, like i have burned . . .

. . . been a very good boy in ma parent's eyes, there just isnt a single sin that i deny . . .

. . . not good at ma rhymes, fuck! still like a wannabe i try n try . .

. . . but 'cifer knows, how dark it goes, when your high, your hungry and you're out in da cold. people see you wid terror fuckin' cloudin' der eyes, they call me overdose man!
thats ma name, and you see they can see da devil right there lookin'through those hollow eyes,

. . . don't mistake me! i said am not the devil, i'm just someone who is everything he personifies . . .

. . . so to save ma soul, love's da only way i know, got this angel who could drag me in through that door,

sometimes though, when reality hits the soar, i'm afraid i would have to let her go . . .

fallin' to my grave, with no one to save, sayin they all 'fraid that i couldnt even stand . . .

. . . so in the end all i need is a tree and just ask 'em to bury me. with some weed in ma pocket and a magic dragon in ma hand . . .

Rhythmin' The Blues!!!!

Tried My Hand at writing rhymes a long time ago . . .here's a jist of it . . .


let me tell you a story bout a li'l boy
life was simple he didn't have to make a choice
then he grew up, life wasn't straight in thoe times
his twisted mind kept conjurin' up stupid rhymes
gonna be a rapper that's what he told himself
cuz he believed they knew the hate he couldn't express
you see had he didn't have much of a self image
fuck, his thoughts were flowin twice his age
then he grew a little bit more,
only one thing he was lookin for
a little bit of love,and he found it,
only to have his society confound it
guess that's life and he consoled himself
weed brought in him his new fond self

felt like he must've seen it all
hell he was hardly eighteen through it all
broke his heart three times around
can't see TV or hear love songs
cause it hurts so much no matter how long gone
tries to make stupid songs bout how he feels
sings them to himself too scared to sing out dunno how the world wil deal
with it cause he's scared that they may laugh
say that it's only life's early half
don't care and that it'll pass
then why does it hurt so fuckin' bad
twenty years old feels like he's goin mad
ashamed of the rhymes he feels on his notepad

fuck it i canget through it all
but it always comes back to me why can't someone be with me throug it all
might never turn this rhyme into a song, don't got the talent at the strings
but got the beat in the heart when shinoda sings

now he has a woman who he simply adores
sometimes he feels he loves her by force
she's jealous of his best friend cause she's a girl
but that girl is off seein the world
what a twisted life he has it's drivin him mad
thinks all the time bout the childhood that he had
how he was whipped and conditioned
beaten into submission
guess that's what drove him to get recognition

.... now it's beem six months since he's writtten anything
the girl he adored, is the girl he would give anything
for, he's fallen in love hard,and fast
wants to be with this girl till the last..
wants to grow old with her


>>>>>> to Be Continued. . . . . .