03-12-2024, 10:12 PM | #1 |
Scream
Join Date: Jun 2015
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Battle Record: 63-35
Accomplishments - 50 Wins
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Life In A Shell (Ft. Numskull)
we both took different aspects...num did his on a more personal level, i did mine on a more broader scale
NumSkull Shit I've been, losing my brain.. ..Due to restraints cued in the same Part of my soul as that carton of Old English, 40oz. and a carton to smoke Newport 100's... ...Marking my lungs Shades of black, tar in my gums ...Fade to black Bullet after bullet.. it's all I show ..Bullshit laugh then bullshit.. is all that knows I used to write to vent... ...Writing shit, used to decipher wit In the back of my mind.. ..Smile is a shield.. to laugh at the times When the mirror shows... My image, not centered it begins to show My weakening soul... And my focus is beginning to go Render me whole.. How to be an athiest, just saying shit Then crying during the nights when I'm laying stiff Asking god, why'd I get sprayed with clips But my dry eyes, won't let my cries evade my lips So while I, lie woke my whole right side, bandaged with White ties, the bright lights left me branded with A focus, so heavenly he's sparing me, why though My pride's low.. thinking of seven keys... .. Of coke is why my block's been unfair to me Eye's low, my mental process is think and reaction Blinking so fast and... ...Drink then I'd hit the sink with a passion Water to wine... ...Thinking that my line is ordered in time The next dead body will be the martyr of mine But, more than the times.. ..I've been shot, I've seen people laid to rest My boy Rob who followed me to take my steps It sorrows me, he couldn't evade the techs Tomorrow brings pain... ...So I wake a mess But, I'd probably be dead... ...If I didn't use the raps to fuse a map Walk it, with so much anger I leave abusive tracks Due to facts... I've seen life and death it's bruised my back ...I've made it now.. there's no way that I'm losing that USER theres so many people willing to witness.. Bush killing existence for the fast buck, with tax cuts, costing millions to business its too thrilling to miss it.. it's like im seeking obsession for some kind of meter, some feature or message as to why my average grace coupled with my average face, are my only Means of expression.. ive got this savage plan... to give my past a chance at the love only to have it broken cuz at the moment im only half the man of the half of the man that i was ive never brandished a gun havent taken a life; never rehearsed it cuz ive never been perfect and in my mind, you find time to respect that same hole you're shoveling dirt in but have you ever reversed it? been the guy embelished with wealth? dwelled on his health? and when that one glock bursts what drops first... the shell?...or the shell of himself? can you tell if its felt?.. see..there's a pattern in it, when the man with the wealth asking for help...is your average citizen the man with the gun is having his fun...and he's too maddened to let him win so he's passive, as he blasts him with the shit again so run if they reach you cuz the man with the gun?...thats you're government, people... having fun as he beats you, its too scary it seems to bare on these themes that we're not just shells of ourselves...we're shells of our American Dreams
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