a lil synopsis before you guys read. I like to write whatever is on my mind, and today i tried and write a song with whatever beat i had on Fruityloops, i just looped it and tried to write. so heres my attempt at just that.
side note - I know it wouldn't sound right if you cant hear me say it but hey you can interpret how ever you feel it should go. Thanks - Justin
The Get Away
I...
need to get away...
from here...
Suddenly i see its clear...
That i need to let go of all my fears...
Never once I
Seek drama for my daily sunshine
everything is sublime
do
You in everything that you must do
don't let it hinder or destroy you
Quickly think or you might sink
clearly decide what ever is on your mind...
cause its about that time
I...
need to get away...
from here...
Suddenly i see its clear...
That i need to let go of all my fears...
Every minute of everyday
you have to keep it going your way
don't
ever lose sight
gotta win in this game called life
plan
as you seek whatever is take a stand
as other stay and weep you ran...
I...
need to get away...
from here...
Suddenly i see its clear...
That i need to let go of all my fears...
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Linguist
it flows so sweetly
the words that come out so discretely
elegantly it goes from my mind to the world i design
while i sign the dotted lines to climb to new heights
Victorious
Thin air to spare i look at the canvas before me
inspired provokes thee
change images
implore me
to explore key element rhymes
killing it at every show its my prime time
spit logic
every word is a hit
pound for pound shit
leaving ears so def sick
i'm burning up this page
as soon as the ink hits the paper
i shatter all ignoramuses
ink plots i savor
when I speak it
a ton of labor
of love
ill methodical lines
divine to those i suppose
for all my sisters and bros
twisted up like a crisis
painted a picture for you
your ears are your iris'
24 years strong made survivalist
one love
the words that come out so discretely
elegantly it goes from my mind to the world i design
while i sign the dotted lines to climb to new heights
Victorious
Thin air to spare i look at the canvas before me
inspired provokes thee
change images
implore me
to explore key element rhymes
killing it at every show its my prime time
spit logic
every word is a hit
pound for pound shit
leaving ears so def sick
i'm burning up this page
as soon as the ink hits the paper
i shatter all ignoramuses
ink plots i savor
when I speak it
a ton of labor
of love
ill methodical lines
divine to those i suppose
for all my sisters and bros
twisted up like a crisis
painted a picture for you
your ears are your iris'
24 years strong made survivalist
one love
Monday, January 4, 2010
Chapter 24
In others day light
I move right despite
They say I might
No.
I write to make it right
I was just saying though.
Chapter 24 the horror
another year older
I'm an explorer
My own life vessel
While others comfortable they nestle.
Another year.
2009 was a year of pain
trying not to look back at it all
as I stall trying to regain
really on the brink?
another lifes lesson I begin to think
will i float or will i sink?
do i let life go by
do i keep it in or do i cry
I need a reply.
no do I?
I suspend all the bullshit
don't need so don't push it
2010 has arrived and my reply is...
heh...
comatose buttered on french toast
are we really here?
life passed us by so my reply is...
hmph...
don't really know
subliminal choke holds as i try to engulf
the flames on the inside
so my reply is...
chill...
I move right despite
They say I might
No.
I write to make it right
I was just saying though.
Chapter 24 the horror
another year older
I'm an explorer
My own life vessel
While others comfortable they nestle.
Another year.
2009 was a year of pain
trying not to look back at it all
as I stall trying to regain
really on the brink?
another lifes lesson I begin to think
will i float or will i sink?
do i let life go by
do i keep it in or do i cry
I need a reply.
no do I?
I suspend all the bullshit
don't need so don't push it
2010 has arrived and my reply is...
heh...
comatose buttered on french toast
are we really here?
life passed us by so my reply is...
hmph...
don't really know
subliminal choke holds as i try to engulf
the flames on the inside
so my reply is...
chill...
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