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breaking down the walls in a padded room

Postby Dawson18 » Sun Oct 10, 2010 4:22 pm

blunts dipped in embalming fluid.

I feel at home stuck in this maze of agent orange and rocks. whatever you bring to this city i'll taste it. walk down the street trained for this. steady as the razor in my cheek. pulling down everything that surrounds me. this madness is my method. don't step over here, my intentions are the illest, i'll rip you up. this room leaks, posioning your world, infecting the brains of the weak. I lived this $#%^ don't diss it for a second i'll be behind you with a knife and a whip for your wife. vacant headcase i'm the ######6 cherry on top of this underground scene polluting yours earwaves.
chemical reject stuck in underground rap hell.
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Re: breaking down the walls in a padded room

Postby Shadowchampion » Tue Sep 18, 2012 6:12 pm

Can you read between the lines? I don't want to be mean or blunt but... sounds like you are repressing a lot of things, and rage/anger is near the top of the list, I think you should find someone to talk about your problems with since you are unwilling to do so here
I forgive others for my benefit but only once.

I am strong where you are weak,
you hit me, I turn the other cheek.
You think yourself strong, and I wrong;
someday you will see the fire in me,
a comet across the sky-
a brilliant burning streak-
and I'll remember how you helped me,
by being strong and weak.
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Re: breaking down the walls in a padded room

Postby MrOmega » Fri Jan 04, 2013 6:53 pm

OP your post reminds me of this song. Very urban, only Deltron seems to have gotten slightly more above it.

In the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an mc
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a dj
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a
In the year three thousand and thirty
everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music

I must appeal to you people with your faculties
Cuz everybody else is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and take a crack at me
The universe is one and I can see what rap can be glorious
Put in the Smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns
But you see whos controlling them
F**k myself off cuz of the egotistical mode I'm in
No I can't slap you no five
When you and your cutty is talkin $#%^ about me outside
People take pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta like a phantom holographic handsome
But deep inside he wants to do what his man done
Just because his peers jeer and and clown
When your six foot deep no one hears you now
They say were not compatible like deers and cows and owls
So many rules and regulations say you're not allowed

I'm caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)

If I had to describe the way I survive its like vice squeezin
The reason I'm black and still breathin
Heathens will breed heathens so
Everybody's suspect I must check your ID
Cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
Someone that Del's against
Opposite or positive
When I drop the law against nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we ain't that different

We may act differen't in some ways
But we still grouped together like a f**kin survey
Sufferin and f**k em all's the motto
I'm trapped in a bottle
My music's gettin hollow
That's what happens when humanity you follow
Where every leak or info is hard to swallow
Sell your Marlboros and car insurance
Put #######2 on the moon and can't pay your burdens
I smoke herb and rock a turban
Meditate on the world and whats occurrin
A lot of white boys like the style and copy
Dig in something deeper and youll peep that were not free
It's not about the seperation its about the population

Simple minded people always poin't the finger
To bring it to a close as if life is their role, their path
When all paths are intersections
It all depends on the persons perception
When I'm mad as f**k you get shot
To tis(?) so is bad luck
I believe you held something back for too long
It grew strong
And enegy has its own will
And people think they make music still
But music is there with out you or me we just manipulate
For better or worse so let it situate
I get to make records and dough
Paid out the ass hole
And still seen as another face on the totem pole
Conquer, my sponsors are monsters
And everybody thinks that I owe them one
I'm glad I love music and life
cuz it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight

I'm caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)

It's great music too...

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Re: breaking down the walls in a padded room

Postby DestinyDenied » Thu Aug 10, 2017 3:55 am

Sometimes I think I can do anything, no matter how unnatural. As I pursue it more and more, more irregularities will appear in me to give justification for my progress. Unusual dietary allergies, no longer having any relating feelings to others, and having progression techniques that make no sense to anyone.

Its like each goal has a price I need to pay to gain abilities to reach it. Before I reach the goal though, I always look around that lonely mountain passage. I see no light ahead, and no friends behind anymore.
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Re: breaking down the walls in a padded room

Postby abeginning » Wed Oct 31, 2018 7:36 am

This makes me want to post my own, I have piles of this kind of writing in my journals

"The written word. One story at a time, I will teach us how to fall in a million loonies. Nickels. Wade wickles ha ha ha ha ha reality shifts settles reattaches, write write write I'll tell us where go"
-Oct 17th

"I do not know I do not know where I go I do not know when travel I cannot write with no knowledge of places I I cannot breath with no knowledge I cannot breathe I do not I am not my place breath I do not I am not your place, bleed not my place I am not to run *scribbles* place of the earth of falling of diapers of hello the lamb the end this is a place of ending"
"I have been walking since the dawn of time this helps me I am blood I am ready release me I am ready release me *scribbles* I want to be alive this helps me breathe the blood I am the *scribbles* you free me I am is my fragile ground the earth to me exit exit exit exit end end end end end end bye goodbye I will not come back for the bloody f'ers who couldn't run why didn't you run why didn't you run why didn't you run"
-Oct 10th

"I feel a dog on a window. I were not believing in a dream of movement. I were watering an earth for show. Bleed. I ought out of this dirt. Water. Bleach"
"how do I dream all these voices out of my head, want to die, want to make a path out, want to raise you up to show you it forever. get me out. I'm drowned"
-August 25th
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