Yellow-Brick Road to Street Dreams (ft Cimmerian)

[Saint]

Keystyles.com 2001

Cimmerian:
Walking the sultry sides of street curbs, my blistered feet hurt,
My knees jerk, at sights of what I've become, a complete herb,
I need work, on my mind, body, and soul, in folds of my paycheck,
Believing gold was the basis, representing what my name is,
I'm faceless beyond fact, mishaps were masking the truth,
My peers were the cooks, with society's book spoiling the soup,
So as I toil through my youth, many times wanting to press rewind,
Impressed in mind, hindsight is 20/20, but my guesses are blind,
Lessons in time, always tardy when that school was in session,
As I fool in the present, setting up my failures for future reference,
Who knew the difference? Am I worth my loved one's caring?
Gloving my bearings in my palms, seems no one else is sharing,
Maybe the best reasoning, is that I've been thieving my life,
Odds are against what's even is right, so I'm breathing tonight,
With heavy breaths, fucking myself, I'm charged with sodomy,
Start the apologies, there is only one, Well… I'm sorry Me.


the road less travelled..

Mixed-Phyt:

i'm inside myself, and Gone with the Wind again,
the 'second' best like Minute men... made timid then,
but sin is sin, i'm tired in route, and my fire is out,
conversing with Tigers and now i'll cypher w/ doubt,
it's in my words, let the meaning bake in the plot,
beef pilot, keep quiet while i'm taking your watch,
stay off the corner or i'll put a gun to your poker face,
my shoulder's brace, soldiers take a price over grace,
stay on top of mine when on the street like dotted-lines,
space ships to dock with rhymes in knotted minds,
its not hard to see i push more drugs than pharmacies,
no need to plan a larceny when my trunks an armory,
get the point? Good, and make sure your boss knows,
'cause if you don't pay toll, we'll meet at the crossroads,


life sucks

'Phyt