The one I love, the one I'll keep
In your arms, I will ever be
To hold your beauty, should be a sin
Then sin I will, again and again
Like a burning Phoenix, flames of bright
Be by your side, till the day I die
My love for you can never end
Erernity with you, I shall ever spend
Avalanches rolling through my skull, destroying my pure thoughts, corroding my ideas, blending both sides of my thought process so that all is obscured and intertwined. No longet recognizable my soul cries out in anguish , searching for a beacon to guide it from the self-destruction it seeks. Listen for the bellowing sound my soul cannot ommit, resonating so far its deluded by space and time. See what evils are hidden from your simplistic sight, and feel the pain burdened on my shoulders for an eternity, yet I am oblivious to the pain. Suspended in an unescapable cage deep within my mind, only able to peer outward as if watching someone else act in my stead, yearning to once more be able to control my body. Silenced I am at every sound uttered from my pitiful lungs, suffocated by unrelenting assailants, and betrayed in so many ways it has become a familiarity. Denied the individuality I have sought out for so many years, cast aside as if all I have done was worht less than nothing, as you slit my soul where the stiches keep what's left together, sharpening their egos ever more. Locked away so far that light no longer shines me a path, darkness is all I am surrounded by within, each brick you place in my way burries me, further seperating my true self from their gaze. Still it is my undying love for them that i forever endure their unintentional onslaught, left never to feel whole again, whats left of my soul is still being ripped away. Nothing about my reality is true anymore, for you all have made certain of that, hopefully one day you will let me be my true self, and i shall finally return gleaming brighter than the cosmos. When they can learn to accept the horrid truth in it's purest form and see the monsters they have truly become, that shall be the day they witness my truest form.
I’m a P.i.m.p so you no what that means
I stay flossy fresh and keep my grill clean
Got diamonds in my mouth while I puff on that green
Stacks of my money in the bank so you no what that means
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I’m a P.I.M.P. still keepin’ it G
I’m tired of these niggas mean muggin on me
Step up to the mike I’ll show ya what i mean
Cuz I’m nithin but a doped out lyrical feind
verse 2
I move heavy weight like a elephant
Blowin so much smoke people think its my element
blazed flyin through the sky higher than a jumbo jet
I get money from tha streets so rappin’s irrelevant
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But still im in tha club rippin my slang while you punk ass niggas still spittin the same
That lame game you all think its tha shit but when i step to tha mike you all decide to quit
so you fall of the stage like a bitch im so blazed smokin dro somewhere in a ditch
and thats the life of a real G still livin like a motha fuckin P.I.M.P.
Only fools cannot decide
When to live or when to die
But when they atone for their first sin
Only then will they begin
To comprehend life’s truest pains
While I grab Death’s scythful reigns
For only then can you really see
What it is to truly be
An ember in the blackest sky
Waiting on Death to pass you by
From his blade comes a drop of blood
Drowning you in a crimson flood
My scything hand yee not dishearten
The soul of my nearest fellow Spartan
But what it is to truly see
My soul calling in misery
A life of death is my greatest sin
A sorrowful tone my soul should hymn
So act a fool and you will see
Just how sharp my blade will be
Cut you down with no remorse
Setting sail on blackest course
To understand what lies in my mind
Circling the universe with unending time
For what I know and what I see
Is not for you and made for me
Reaping souls is my accursed gift
Killing on every millennia’s fifth
To see blackest death and crimson red
Is to truly know that I am dead
There was a young fellow from sparta.
A really magnificent farter.
On the strength of one bean He’d fart "God save the Queen,"
And Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
He could vary, with proper persuasion.
His fart to suit any occasion.
He could fart like a flute,
Like a lark, like a lute,
This highly fartistic caucasian.
This sparkling young fella from sparta,
His fart for no money would barter.
He could roar from his rear
Any scene from shakespear,
Or Gilbert and Sullivan Mikado.
Nobody could play the classics finer,
As he showed me one day at the diner,
I had a bagel with lox
While he played from his buttox:
Chopin’s Etude #12 in C-minor.
He’d fart a gavotte for starter,
And fizzle a fine serenata.
He could play from his anus
The Coriolanus:
Oof, boom, er-tum, tootle, yum tah-dah!
He was great in the Christmas Cantana,
He could double-stop fart the Toccata,
He’d boom from his ass, Bach’s B-Minor Mass,
And in counterpoint, La Triviata
Spurred on by a very high wager,
With an envious German named Bager,
He’d proceeded to fart
The complete oboe part
Of Haydn Octet in B-Major.
His reportoire ranged from classic to jazz,
He achieved new effects with bubbles of gas.
With a good dose of salts
He could whistle a waltz
Or swiling it in razzamatazz.
His basso profound with timbre so rare,
He rendered quite often with power to spare.
But his great work of art,
His fortissimo fart,
He saved the Marche Militaire.
One day he was dared to perform
The William Tell Overture Storm,
But naught could dishearten
Our spirited Spartan,
For fart was in wonderful form.
It went off with capital style,
And he farted it through with a smile,
Then, feeling quite jolly, he tried the finale,
Blowing double-stop farts all the while.
The selection was tough I admit.
But it did not dismay him one bit,
Then, with his ass thrown aloft
He suddenly coughed.....
And collapsed in a shower of shit.
His bunghole was blown back to sparta,
Where they buried they rest of our farter,
With a gravestone of turds inscribed with the words:
"To the Fine Art of Farting, A Martyr."
Flames shall devour
Shadows will embrace
Hide from them all
Thy beautiful face
Darkness must hold
Darkness must bind
Hide from your loved ones
The Cataclysm inside
What hearts will I break?
What destruction will come?
One thing is for sure, I must face them alone
Help me if you must, Tis worth a try
Remember one thing, and one thing only
With you by my side, i can never Die
For all the people who think I'm okay
You know me not so please go away
You say your love for me is strong and true
But all you do is make me feel blue
Betrayal of trust is what I've known
False to me you have ever grown
The ones I love and their trust I have gained
Are not my blood but I wish were the same
To the family on who I am supposed to rely
If I trust my life in your hands I would surely die
The ones of new this I can say
Youre love for me is as plain as day
A shoulder to cry on is what I can give
But my heart and soul torn, how am I able to live
The reason I'm alive, the deeds I've done
To serve those in need, forever alone
So stay with me if you need a friend
Your troubled heart is mine to mend
With your pain I cannot die
Because without me, on who would you rely
Only fools cannot decide
When to live or when to die
But when they atone for their first sin
Only then will they begin
To comprehend life's truest pains
While I grab Death's scythful reigns
For only then can you really see
What it is to truly be
An ember in the blackest sky
Waiting on Death to pass you by
From his blade comes a drop of blood
Drowning you in a crimson flood
My scything hand yee not dishearten
The soul of my nearest fellow Spartan
But what it is to truly see
My soul calling in misery
A life of death is my greatest sin
A sorrowful tone my soul should hymn
So act a fool and you will see
Just how sharp my blade will be
Cut you down with no remorse
Setting sail on blackest course
To understand what lies in my mind
Circling the universe with unending time
For what I know and what I see
Is not for you and made for me
Reaping souls is my accursed gift
Killing on every millennia's fifth
To see blackest death and crimson red
Is to truly know that I am dead.....
Its your boi J.Cizzle spittin hot fire
While all you other fools step back and retire
My poetry roars louder than a hurricane
Audible signals penetrate your inner brain
Its been a while since I been in the game
But when I came back these niggas looked lame
I am here to exact my revenge
So grab a couple of bottles and lets start to binge!™