[Geno]

Title: Synopses

unfortunately, there's more to me than what i express
if i could put it in words, you would think im summoning death
if i sum it up in a breath, i'd suffocate fore im through
imagine the hatred in me, while i contain it for you !!!!!
can't hang with the truth, but i can blend with the lies
if your word is your bond, why is it bending it with mine
instead of defying, try to comprehend while i'm here
i found my dream girl, and i wish she never appeared
the devil is near, these problems run deeper than love
just scratching the surface, everything beneath it is mud
so i'm lethal with drugs, heartbreak -depression n rage
my true love was alcohol, especially when were engaged
i'm never afraid, to talk about the thoughts in my head
but then again, if i talked you'd prolly all get upset
cause and effect, so if realities a step i cant take drunk
then alcoholics are fucced, why the hell cant they run ..?

pride and paranoia, the pair that has imprisoned my soul
praying for sanity, prepared to find a different approach
i live in this globe, apparently designed by my demons
so this air that i breath, is just another sign of my weakness
I'm trying to beat this, repetitious pattern i weave
my original sins, the self inflicted habits of greed
i subsequently have to proceed, past the point of return
I'm to clean, to relapse against my poisonous germs
the voice of concern, is all the hell i hear when you speak
call me possessed when ..the only evil in this mirror is me
but appearance deceives, intervenes when the truth is defined
and the lies, are what produces lines between you and I
I used to try, and always wanted what i hated to be
my love is my life, why did you have to take it from me...?

the lonely life, searchin but I can't find companionship
or maybe just, i don't understand what a companion is
so answer this, why don't you even care my hearts hurt?
not perfect yourself, but i never share those harsh words
another sharp swerve and wrong turn, my vision is tunnel
sure.. your a sexy beast mah, but i don't live in the jungle
more innocent -humble, u take advantage of all the above
layed myself on the line, just for you to walk on like a rug
until lightning struck, i was to blind to see your true side
in-between trust n love, is apparently where the truth lies
two confused minds, ones older -and I'm tired of pain
but if i go to sleep now, i just might die where I'm laying
privately praying, but god's probably enjoying the show
i did the devils work once, didn't think he would torture me tho
i look at less fortunate folks, and i still feel no compassion
even though i have a heart, it bleeds through open gashes

been working hard to reach goals, won't buckle from stress
but I was sent here for the struggle, and I'll suffer to death
my concepts stay focused, waiting for something to change
my progression remains hopeless, afraid I'm stuck in my ways
I need a new trade ..just an idea that my company raised
problem with that, addiction is my only companies traits
I must be insane, the voice within my heads getting louder
tellin me do drugs n be a failure, but I'm failing without'em
counting the days going by, I'm twenty eight years deep
if you live and you learn, guess you graduate when deceased
i just aggravated the beast, annoying the women i love
my gene pools liquor n drugs, but cant swim when I'm drunk
and if that isn't enough, im drowning and hardly afloat
know what its like to die, the lord pardoned me though
a god awful approach, thats why i asked him for help
but walk around like christ, no sense in asking myself


I'm still bumping my head, and all i wanna do is react
but can't climb the wall, i built when my ruins collapsed
I produce an unusual laugh, everytime i notice a new brick
maybe i miss the misery, and can't cope with improvement
supposed to be human, but I won't accept imperfections
never settle for less, yet my rep is less than impressive
sexual preference, searching for an earth to hold hands with
though the sex is intense, when she isn't worth my romantic
romance is.. well -I'm just flirting with death and disease
almost definitely, aroused by percocets like a sexual tease
can't regret being clean, but doubt the demon's absenteeism
humor the dead me n laugh, sort of found a happy medium
hate the path its leading in, its almost like I'm ready to use
but don't ever judge me, unless you've walked in 70 shoes
when i get in the mood, maybe I'll change these concepts
for now.. hip hop has saved me, i can't explain the logik..

i know your looking for change, but the pains what i have to feel
if my world turns around, then somebody else grabbed the wheel
brake pads that squeal, make it harder for me to stop movement
love u hate u -fuck u trade u, I mite be lots of things -but not stupid
this is hip hop music, I write the real and I'll never stray from that
whats my life like?... nigga, if u had a clue you'd be afraid to ask
can't explain my past, then again -who the hell ever said lifes fair?
guess I'm just living my dreams out, to bad they were nightmares

Title: The High School Drop Out.

eyo yo eyo....
life used to be wack -fucced up n confused
never wanted to do drugs but i had to use
a failure who wouldnt keep his ass in school
there was always something better that he had to prove
mr popular, the type of kid who would stop the bus
just to blow a kiss at the populus
attention dephasite and never did amount to much
the class clown -only stuck around just to laugh it up
girls and a reputation he majored in
made some friends, but all he cared about was a place to sit
next to a nerd was his favorite..
so he could peek there and cheat when the grades went in
he had a few A's n B's but mainly F's
he was there for joke time and away for tests
his personal life was a crazy mess
but he made the best of a situation -stressed
never did homework cuzz at home he worked
he heard a buzz and he thought it was the phone at first
it was the inner man, made him feel dissowned at birth
just throw them headphones on before he goes bizzerk
other than that -he just never had no concerns
grew up pretty fucced cause he bounced around
26 or so years old and without a house
so when he isnt on the streets hes from couch to couch
gets locked up and tells you he was out of town
his family dont fucc with'em much..
because he pulled a couple ofstunts
stole money n drugs to catch a buzz -he was younger n dumb
he'd take it back if he could..is what he told a couple of bums
hes debating the past, hangin with the fake n the trash
cuzz there the only friends he has that aint got hate for his ass
so he sits there n waits, but his patience is bad
thats when he finds a newport and starts takin a drag
sittin there while the world just passes by
ive been catergorized, as the kinda cat who should die
i know i have the magic inside
my girl keeps askin me 'why' ?
i just gotta set aside all this blackness n pride
open my eyelids -n let whats happenin ride....

chorus x's whatever...if i only knew then what i know now
i never would of gave in -never would hold out
now i gotta make it on my own -n its cold out
i struggle everyday tuh maintain -but i know how


eyo yo eyo..
out of school on the streets
with nothing but the shoes on his feet
he was to incomplete, but he knew his music was sweet
had to get it together
or life would never get any better
makin moves -just so he could find some bread in december
he was starving today, woke up where the garbage was laid
with suicidal thoughts about a coffin n grave
"i cant make it anymore" -is what he started to say
then he turned around the corner -started walkin away
he could smell the cash on the guy beside him
so he climbed in his ride and he was reminded
had to go find a job -it wasn't gone find him
even though his lyrics were like fuccin diamonds
tired of everybody in his face, on his case
had to buy some new gear and erase the mistakes
appearance intimidates
and this man looks like he was raised in a cage
you could find him in a cypher -ripping it off stage
everybody in a distance was listening all day
n anxieties the reason he isn't at all paid
his confidence a little low, in the middle though
little did he know..
if he met the right person he could let his shyt explode
for now he lives in an asylum, of ignorance n violence
it sort of reminds him of a prison environment
either start up a career or this is retirement
fucc that, when reality hits i punch back
never fear -i have balls in my nut sack
i might of left for a while -but this is my comeback
im to sick with elevation, but i've developed hatred
an intelligent man with very little education
common sense educates him
life expectancy of 28 is what they estimated
given that fact he never expects to make it

chorus x's whatever...
if i only knew then what i know now
i never would of gave in -never would hold out
now i gotta make it on my own -n its cold out
i struggle everyday tuh maintain -but i know how

eyo..
hes a lyricist and still cant find a plug
so he keeps the hennesey inside his cup
hes gettin older, his hearts colder but the rhyme is tough
hes gotta make something happen fore his time is up
sick of being stuck in his head, where the comfort is dead
when it comes to the wrong people he can run with the best
he was happier before and now hes fuccin depressed
he cant blame it on the drugs, hes been sober for months
but hes only begun, living life knowing it sucks
somethings gotta give soon, like some positive news
the problem is huge...
he keeps fighting for the truth, thank god hes a goon
the suns falling n hes lost, disregard the impulse
hes dreaming of the past, relapse -and some horrible thoughts
he wakes up pretty ill, detox from the pills
he stops n he chills
some guy wants to know does he got any skills
so he properly spills, lyrics from the top of his grill
he just opened the door
and closed the one with coke on the floor
supposing that hes hoping for more
becuzz he knows hes dope and hes sure
so here's a chance to prove who he is, influencing him
to put away the booze n begin
living his life without hallucinogens
truelly convinced, that he can find some truth in the mist
hes been writing it down, sick enough to frighten the crowd
but his lyrics are like the cure -human vicidin now
people like him in town, n yesterday his life was in doubt
i guess the moral is, even if your poor as shyt
all it takes is a glimpse, and you can make some more of it


chorus x's whatever...
if i only knew then what i know now
i never would of gave in -never would hold out
now i gotta make it on my own -n its cold out
i struggle everyday tuh maintain -but i know how