03-18-2013, 01:07 PM
All I really want to do is deaden some of your pain before somebody comes to debase your knowledge again.
Truth is what I seek on the way to reaching my peak but in reality it'll take time because I am so meek.
Validity's what I sought when I thought I had lost myself.
I have accuracy in reaching high goals like cookies on the shelf.
In actuality, I just started to pack up for my journey.
I want the axiom as my reward for seeking higher learning.
No matter the case I am prepared to sacrifice for great.
The certainty of my thoughts just won't let me hesitate.
Dope is what I consumed thinking the truth was something big but the fact is I didn't want it, I was scared I couldn't live.
The gospel worked for a while,
as nourishment for my soul,
But the gospel truth didn't touch me,
in ways that made me feel whole,
Riding the inside track,
makes life like a secret society,
Recite a maxim to my brother,
then get the feeling he's eyeing me,
The naked truth is that I'm scared,
I'm crazy scared out my wits,
Cause when the nitty gritty gets popping,
no one really gives a shit,
All I really want to do,
is deaden some of your pain,
Before somebody comes to debase,
your knowledge again,
Perfection is my goal,
but is it truly unattainable,
picture fighting my inner demons head on,
dodging the horns like bulls,
Precision in all my actions,
sniping away the evils,
My only principle,
is fight for good against the evils,
I listen to my soul,
which gives me the scoop on inner truth,
I've been trying to score points with god,
to go to heaven since my youth,
I want the same veracity,
as the prophets that came before me,
Their verisimilitude so strong,
their followers were adoring,
I have no time for falsehood,
and constant hunger pains,
The invention of racism,
halfened up everyone's gains,
My honesty carries a realness,
that's seen as universal,
And the loyalty that I carry,
will be carried to the hearse too,
I speak with a candor,
that lets you know I hunt for better,
Cause the only consistency,
is constancy to this get cheddar,
That's why I write these rhymes,
as a dedication to the struggle,
And devotion to the lost souls,
who need to know someone loves you,
All I really want to do,
is deaden some of your pain,
Before somebody comes to debase,
your knowledge again,
Truth is what I seek on the way to reaching my peak but in reality it'll take time because I am so meek.
Validity's what I sought when I thought I had lost myself.
I have accuracy in reaching high goals like cookies on the shelf.
In actuality, I just started to pack up for my journey.
I want the axiom as my reward for seeking higher learning.
No matter the case I am prepared to sacrifice for great.
The certainty of my thoughts just won't let me hesitate.
Dope is what I consumed thinking the truth was something big but the fact is I didn't want it, I was scared I couldn't live.
The gospel worked for a while,
as nourishment for my soul,
But the gospel truth didn't touch me,
in ways that made me feel whole,
Riding the inside track,
makes life like a secret society,
Recite a maxim to my brother,
then get the feeling he's eyeing me,
The naked truth is that I'm scared,
I'm crazy scared out my wits,
Cause when the nitty gritty gets popping,
no one really gives a shit,
All I really want to do,
is deaden some of your pain,
Before somebody comes to debase,
your knowledge again,
Perfection is my goal,
but is it truly unattainable,
picture fighting my inner demons head on,
dodging the horns like bulls,
Precision in all my actions,
sniping away the evils,
My only principle,
is fight for good against the evils,
I listen to my soul,
which gives me the scoop on inner truth,
I've been trying to score points with god,
to go to heaven since my youth,
I want the same veracity,
as the prophets that came before me,
Their verisimilitude so strong,
their followers were adoring,
I have no time for falsehood,
and constant hunger pains,
The invention of racism,
halfened up everyone's gains,
My honesty carries a realness,
that's seen as universal,
And the loyalty that I carry,
will be carried to the hearse too,
I speak with a candor,
that lets you know I hunt for better,
Cause the only consistency,
is constancy to this get cheddar,
That's why I write these rhymes,
as a dedication to the struggle,
And devotion to the lost souls,
who need to know someone loves you,
All I really want to do,
is deaden some of your pain,
Before somebody comes to debase,
your knowledge again,