
Originally Posted by
Renasanz
i feel it coming on like high winds,
rain showers, and a storm, that will rock you from within,
its all about time we excape from prison,
love aint the answer, its the problem,
that keeps you from pushing, farther with out looking,
i want to swim free, but a bitch will get a hook in,
when all the stars in perfect alingnment, i find myself rhyming,
with remarkible timing, its all how the beat chimes,
makes me want to speak mind,
change up my life and reflect on some street crime,
develope up a beast line, to give you that weak spine,
ohh damn my man, who's lyen,
whos cryn, give it up to past like a flash back,
i stand aside, view and express so abstract,
just to realise that most of america's wack,
you got the rich, and you got the poor,
you got your gold digger and you got your whore,
did you expect much more,