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#14,882 in subgenre
Peak #124
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Peak #5,480
Author
Comic
Rights
2004
Uploaded
July 01, 2004
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Lyrics
Chorus;
A life trapped in a cloud,
Nothing to make you feel proud,
The one to be picked out of a crowd,
Your not even loud, u didnt even make a sound... x3
verse1;
my enemies smiling there cracked jaws,
ice slates hitting heads through the back doors,
Unlimited damage because I spat raw,
That saw, wannabe rappers writing lyrics on blackboards,
Defeating samurai twins coz they lacked swords,
Im bringing complexity as i packed lords,
to bring holyness to this rap fraud just so god can,
make ya blood ran faster than baby thiefs with mums prams,
My losing rate is the rate of male hands down nuns pants,
Its like choosing cake, but to make a decision you only get one chance,
its like fun stands, its the last dance and im past cants,
I shall do what I like, do what I want to, do I what I see,
I thought that I liked what I wanted and what I see,
But its what I dont, and won't,
What I won't and dont wanna do, that makes me do,
stupid things as its what the devil takes me through,
I sold my soul and can never get it back,
It all happened when my bombs fed iraq...
It all hapened when I was already back,
I write skills with pens, Its an art of mine,
September 16th 86 was the start of time,
I started a new existance, Dont need no assistance,
I own the world, its my resident thats evil,
Murder, Rape and Suicide, commited by Adam, Eve and Ethel,
My lyrics stay Lethal, But its not my weapon I use,
Its my punches that kill, Ever heard that I lose?,
Ever heard i abuse with words from a mind thats stiff,
Got a boulder to lift to get this weight off,
They gambled this but i want this stake off,
Its just fake stuff, it never seems real,
Only real to those it appeals, but it always reveals,
Depressed days stand still...
Chorus;
A life trapped in a cloud,
Nothing to make you feel proud,
The one to be picked out of a crowd,
Your not even loud, u didnt even make a sound... X3
Verse2;
Welcome to the Jerry Springer show,
I try to rap but like an angel im singing though,
I'd rather die for my country instead of it,
but im stressed with shit and im stressed with it,
Im confused, a mind battered with depression,
In school it never said how to handle it in lessons,
Its personal issues, Hiding tears behind tissues,
Aint full time until god blows the whistle,
Its all bottled up, noone can help anyways,
If i speak through it its still there and it stays,
anyways, I cant stop thinking of a girl,
Its like I been held up on this world,
I always been balancing but i must of fell,
So many questions for me to just to tell,
I'd rather leave than explain why i am what i am,
whats with me, and what i am what i am,
And for me to get it all off my chest is a cant,
I always fall too easy, especially in love,
Im a day dreamer thinking there all from above,
But takes so long for me to get it off my mind,
How the hell are guys dicks when girls flirt all the time,
Im just unlucky, the one to be picked out of a crowd,
Girls, Mum, Dad, Dad, Mum, Girls... Nothing to make me feel proud,
I aint even loud, I dont flirt, even to speak I dont even make a sound,
The decisions are made because I think there right,
If im wrong im wrong but mistakes happen in life,
Were all growing, and growing to be, what ever we want to be,
Im following a path which may lead me in to a war scene,
a firefighting scene, life or death, since i was a kid i was keen,
cowboys and indians, cops or robbers, that was always the thing,
a gun to my hand fighting for my home and family to win,
Chorus;
A life trapped in a cloud,
Nothing to make you feel proud,
The one to be picked out of a crowd,
Your not even loud, u didnt even make a sound... X6...
Outro;
A life trapped in a cloud,
Nothing to make me feel proud,
The one to be picked out of a crowd,
Im not even loud, i didnt even make a sound... x2
