I thought I knew you back then...
but then, you committed that immoral sin
You lost a soul for the gain of pills
and a night full of exstacy thrills.
Selling it all out for chains and ho's
and some people say that's the way it goes..

Drama and drastic dreams, silently creeping,
Gun metal screams as they lickyah while you're sleeping..

You turned on me, and set the heat loose on my ass,
now I stare at the world through the steel bars and wireline glass.
Fluorescence and squares to pass the ill gained time
while I pay for all those times for that crime.
You sold me out to the defender of the people
and then bow to me like I'm the God of your steeple.

You're a liar to me, the one who saved you
You're dead to me ... the one who repaid you...
You're gone, Drama and dreams to fade you.

Sneaking in the night, Nine by his side
as he sneaks up into your crib, and begins to hide..
You walk in the door, drunk still from the night before
and you still don't know what waits on the otherside of that door.
A faint click, as the gunmetal sets in motion the fire of hell
that'll send you 6 feet under and lock someone under the jail.

Funeral's rolling by while the clouds pass under this sky
as the Drama and dreams come to live.. and go to die.

I thought you knew the real score of life and mi amour
but you sold your soul for the lies of something more...
Selling your soul for gained riches and fake ass bitches
while the drama switches and broken bottles and bloody stitches.

ER room at 4:20 am, Drip dry, green sheets
while doctors complete Godly fearing feats.
Saving the warm meat from the freezer below
while the bloodstains continue to grow.
Spinning around in madness and insanity
with this world explained in vagueness and profanity.
Lies spun to hide the eyes prying for the light
while the keepsakes are just another thing stolen in the night.
Your beeps turn to high tones in the midnight hour
as the blood in your veins slowly turns sour.
Frantic words spoken over your chest
as your body completes to fail that test...

Adrenaline shot to the heart,
but it failed to start
the beat that drives you,
the meat that thrives you
the brain that drives you...
Failed in the Drama of dreams
as you hear your family's fading screams.

Death is the last sentence that's spoken
as the world keeps spinning and the herbs keep token.
Life spins on one way or another, straight or true
and somehow it all comes back to me and you..
Spit the ill truth from the smile of a golden tooth.
Speaking the lies that twist your life in drama's,
while the Rasta's smoke another one in the Bahamas.

Dreams lost and internal drama
life adding one more storyline comma.
So live a life to represent your soul and moma
and live your life like the happy, go lucky charmah.

02/12/2002

Posted on 02/12/2002
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