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Channel: Music
Uploaded: December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm
Author: MistahFlipside
Length: 02:49
Rating: 5.00
Views: 153
www.myspace.com/mistahflipsideThis song is supposedly going for around 3 minutes.Lyrics:Shattered... Way too many pieces to pick upAnd I feel constant fear, of always being stuckLike what the fuck! Do you have any more, bullshit left to throw?The torture chamber came first, and then the brutal coldconfuse my old memories, with my interesting current lifeI think I'm Schizophrenic, it's so pathetic poetic strifeNo ethics right? My second sight reveals the truth of the nightA white rhino, I'm confined though, by this parasitic blightImpressive excellence, infinite eyes, see the lies in clandestine pestilenceEmbedded between the lies, and intertwined with societal excrementBlobs of feces constantly concoct peace treaties with the illiterateThey legally steal the land, and so discreetly, How inconsiderateThe imprints LINGERING fingerprints, the proof is inside the puddingIt's been a downward spiral ever since I lost my footingMy heart is broken, On the land I stand, many times I've stood hurtFrom the start we've known the news, that there's a few screws loose in my woodwork--Inputs burnt...and my output's clouded with this psychedelic hazeI'm a hazard to all communities cause the fights have developed rageMy self-esteem, felt a mean RIGHT HOOK to the chopsI never learned how to block, and this assailant never stopsConstant battering.. Loose tooth abuse shattered my confidenceA hermit who never learned it, they never change, It's common senseStop the press! Cardiac arrest, floats throughout the chestI truly am impressed that I have lived through all this stressso lets invest in substances, to numb that nasty touchSuccumb once release is defeated, oh how I ache for that rushMy stomach rumbles, I'm dirty, my walk shifts to a stumbleMy main goal in this jungle's to catch the light at the end of the tunnelA tattered bundle of emotions, coast through oceans, lets test patienceConfessing to the rest of these lesser jesters, my expert expectationsI've come to face it! The stress, hate, and struggle remain eternalConcerned and badly burned, it's my turn to churn within the infernoTherapy for crash course of molding metal and a tremendous forceSame damn mindset like when I was shot down over the masses for revealing the sourceThat showed their precious leaders getting turned out like little whoresAnd the bruises that show up from the slams and theres no fucking remorseFeel like the same old bullets ripping through the little kiddies courseCirca dawn of time and humans were 2012 AD proofI was sitting on the stoop writing the same rhymesBlack masked force to hide behind the crimeBut god must have loved me cuz he put me on highAnd all I needed to finish the last line was a little proof to shine