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Dec 27, 2010 | 2:29 PM EST
File Info
4 MB
3 min 28 sec
1.61 / 5.00

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Rated 1.61 / 5 stars
Plays & Downloads:
361 Plays | 22 Downloads
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Hip Hop, Rap, R&B - Hip Hop - Modern

Author Comments

I decided to test my new mic I got for Christmas by re-cording a old song with a different beat.
I didn't make the beat, downloaded from Shadowville.
I am so opposite of soft. I'm sock solid, I'm iconic, I'm like an alcoholic, I can't stop sipping or tipping the scales of
musical mastery, like you took a class in the inner city and you became a ghetto king in
a feverish spring like how jay-z rose up from the ghetto and marcy; and how
we all thought it was so alarming and disarming that someone like the king could be shot down in the spring
and how everyone found out that we all passed out and how now the newspapers have some new shit to shout about ,
these posers have brough disorder and chaos to a realm so fresh and so soft
so fly high little wing, our saviors coming, keep up mr bub, just keep sipping the drank just because

Our saviors coming, little wing, jesus and redemption, let us sing

I looked out of a dirty window
I wiped my fingers on the glass to reveal my face
I was suprised at what I saw; A supreme lack of grace
like the thanksgiving day parade I was loosing myself in a haze of pain and misery
and like I'm one of those ballons rising 4 stories above everything. But what if I was let loose
I'd loose myself because I tail like a caboose and I'd fly out of control and get sucked into a jet engine
and my debris would rain back down upon earth? What am I worth? I can't pretend that I've been stable from birth because ever since I've been born I've thought I was sick when I wasn't does this make you sick your stomach?, curse the night that knife cut down my cousin, Fuck what I am! Fuck what I aint! My mind is so feeble and my heart is so faint
and I have held myself up so high, when I fall, I will most certaintly die- consumed by my own fears and my own life
I am destined to die a tragic fate- like a young matyre in a cannabis haze I am high in my own emotional daze
like a young mother who got lost in passion and in the same way I lost 3 that day you lost three reasons to stay;
this is my foundation and my motivation to take my place in this glass menangrie, this dispaly of glass, all this will pass

I drip like the way rain drips from leaves and the way the sun pushes through the clouds
in a triumph of god that can


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