Geno -Slave No More.

Geno · 07-07-2017, 08:26 PM

Edited. Twice as long now. And more complete.

Geno -Slave No More.
Lyrics..

Doormatted, a floored addict of pure maddness
Who needs more acid, hardwood floors of a storm fashion
I could pour ashes, that dance, and that could form fathoms
I prefer saddness, all by myself until earth crashes
Theres a lapse, in my memory bank, never repaid
I could demonstrate, deadly with blades, delicate ways
Get ya lemon shaved, lemon meringue, leverage ole
Ive got way to many words and theres plenty to say
A penny saved -a penny earned, throwin pennies away
I was never a big fan of any sense anyway, common
To see a drug addict broke, spendin pennies to pay homage
So i stay calm, though my crave calls, ima lay off
Not today dog, its bigger things i could trade for
Turn my slave off, keep my head high and just play ball
To many friends dead, to my friends dying -the games wrong
Ive been through it all, seen quite a bit and i still suffer
From a pill lover, to harder stuff, that could kill summers
Spendin real hundreds, just to go be out in real public
Now i fear nothing, clean conscious mind i can call mine
And its ALL mine, doesnt belong to the calls lies
Its been all cries, been all tears, for long years
Aint no more fear, im all ears, reformed spirit
Ill perform miracles, more lyrics, with no cielings
This aint Hov, weezy, or slim shady, its chris -baby
And my new fix, is this music that ive produced lately.
Unghhh..

-Genocide.

07-07-2017, 08:26 PM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,354 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036761	Geno -Slave No More. Edited. Twice as long now. And more complete. Geno -Slave No More. Lyrics.. Doormatted, a floored addict of pure maddness Who needs more acid, hardwood floors of a storm fashion I could pour ashes, that dance, and that could form fathoms I prefer saddness, all by myself until earth crashes Theres a lapse, in my memory bank, never repaid I could demonstrate, deadly with blades, delicate ways Get ya lemon shaved, lemon meringue, leverage ole Ive got way to many words and theres plenty to say A penny saved -a penny earned, throwin pennies away I was never a big fan of any sense anyway, common To see a drug addict broke, spendin pennies to pay homage So i stay calm, though my crave calls, ima lay off Not today dog, its bigger things i could trade for Turn my slave off, keep my head high and just play ball To many friends dead, to my friends dying -the games wrong Ive been through it all, seen quite a bit and i still suffer From a pill lover, to harder stuff, that could kill summers Spendin real hundreds, just to go be out in real public Now i fear nothing, clean conscious mind i can call mine And its ALL mine, doesnt belong to the calls lies Its been all cries, been all tears, for long years Aint no more fear, im all ears, reformed spirit Ill perform miracles, more lyrics, with no cielings This aint Hov, weezy, or slim shady, its chris -baby And my new fix, is this music that ive produced lately. Unghhh.. -Genocide. __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est* Last edited by Geno; 07-08-2017 at 12:43 PM.