Emcee_Mikeey_Da_Mike My new old job like to pull 15 hour shifts followed by 12 hour shifts followed by more shifts ranging past eight hours oh what joy - June 14, 2011 add/view comments (0)

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The games people play

Dudes play the women as women play the men ere body got a game to play so it seems when emotions are supposed to be real thay are played, all this lying and all this acting no wonder divorce rates are sky high, seems a life filled with love is always a lie. Women playin men and men thinkin they playin women no one knows what is true.Not I, not you who knew???? We all or the most are living lies, visions of paradise before our eyes. I tried to not follow this trend, bur whos to say whos our love till the end. Players playin playettes stabbed through the heart with our own bayonettes. No wonder my emotions are so rigid and hidden. My soul seeks the truth and the truth has been found, relationships are just a game to the better half. Not something to which I'd laugh but more or less frown, my up will never be seen as every situation is drowned in a nature of greed and self indulgance and anothers down i refuse to play around, I never wanted to be me and see things the way they are its not my fault my soul is black as tar, and my heart is charred permanently scarred, forget about love it no longer exists, my eyes shed tears of anger more than hate, my heart is no longer alive, emotion is nothing as that is what life has become. Love no longer exists in my soul i have killed any chance of it living. Love is dead and indifference is thriving , just like love was doing and now is m will to live is losing its grip call it bleeding to death drip by drip.

What do you see

I see fantasies impossible shown as reality, these are lies to my eyes, I try to set apart the fiction but it's all there seems to be I close my eyes and dream of what the world should be but thats as bad as whats being put in my face only worse im lying to myself with my eyes closed, I open them and leave to see the world around me and i notice this fad of people pretending, lying to themselves with eyes wide open but blind to reality going about there way doin' what they see and this is truth to my eyes but i don't wanna watch.

I don't wanna struggle anymore

I've seen so much and they say I've seen little and I agree for theres more to come but what has passed my eyes would be a mountain, Climbing to hieghts beyond sight, boulders tumble past, Some carry me down with them, I keep climbing, I know not all will crash in my direction so I continue from the bottom again and again for every boulder that took me, I gain nothing but strength and knowledge of the face I climb, Over and over, I keep struggling, my soul waiting for time to tell my body to rest knowing it may never get that chance my mind takes over as if my soul never was there, life goes on in different strides for now I'm at the top but, now I walk a plateau and winds pushing in my direction and my destination to be distant still, So I walk towards the destination beyond my sight, Not knowing when it will end is not important, knowing I will make it is, I do not know when I will stop, never having pushed myself to my limit for it is constantly changing, growing with every step I take against what it is that pushes me back, I don't wanna struggle anymore but I know I won't stop, if I do I will have to climb again over that which I know so well, that mountain will have me at its base once more lookin toward what has been overcome so many times over to be done again to remind me what I have achieved and that I can do it many more times but I don't wanna struggle over what has past instead I'll hold my ground until this wind weakens even if it's only a steps worth I will not be defeated by struggle for my strength has risen from it and I refuse to lose to that which gives me what I need

What happened to the real

So what happened homeboy you all fake came up over night now you drink too much sour grape, Out the hood you thought you'd escape but instead the hood you take, for a bunch a fools to buy your tape, now see thats where yu mad tha' first mistake cuz the only fools buyin are prolly those young kids wit parents from da burbs, see to me you just a wrapper mispelled the shiny outside that sells inside is a rotten piece candy that's rancid, eat it and youll get sick real quick next thing you know all that be on the mind is gettin some booty for that stick, hustlin whatever false claimin some clique, you thin your slick mr rapper man half the time you ain't gotta mike in your hand you just jappin don't even know whats happnin, up in ur fancy crib talkin bout where you don't live like you there ere day, you just preachin for those who be out there givin them somethin like an ok, believe it or not but a large amount listen and they obey, they ain't got parents to tell they young selves no way, but its all good hip hops dead to the popular world but it aint gettin played out either so that's nice just a lil sacrifice to not get exploited so really all problems are avoided, so heres to mr rapper shiny outside guy, why don't you give the underground a try I'll tell you why youd prolly raise a stink then die cuz real aint talkin bout how fly, its shuttin up and know you is, its not hustlin your life get rich then lie and say you still do to the kids, youd read up on this, whats real is real no changin that hip hop remains one subject thats fact, rap changes with the times done that since like 2k since then the radio seems to play one cd then flip it over hey you aint a djay you fillin my head wit ignorance, killin the youth stealin they true selves like burnin off they intelligent fingerprints, they eat it up like dinner mints but its all good well soon know who the winner is