 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 09-June 20:51:47 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 90591
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Scars and Stains
[time] => 2005-04-11 01:54:25
[hometext] => this is a song(hip hop) thats tells of a mans struggles and mishaps of fame, money, drugs and fights, and that he ultimately wants out because it's not all it's cracked up to be
[bodytext] => Implants of pain sitting near her armpit Arabic scripture persistence I harness The stained artist that plays the smartest role Red wine stains on the carpet I hold The charred and goals of all the spilt stains Etched scars guilt remains in what’s left charred By the memoirs of pain while they gain from the marks In the blame game with a rush gush……… What the ***** up man I’m stuck every morning I wake up I stay cut with enough scars To develop an entourage that makes the skin hard, Makes the skin hard, talking really thick skin, The stains are washed away with a rinse There out of sight out of mind haven’t thought about them since But the scars stay visible and each individual Looks back with a miserable…little pinch Cautious before it repeats itself The stains fade the scars stay time does tell And time keeps talking to me Keeps on just walking with me Life’s not a game it’s hard, so **** having fame and cars, The **** I deal with leaves me stained and scarred, We ride dangerous paths, Put the truth in them to make them last And get past all the stains and scars. This ain’t a game it’s hard, **** having fame and cars, The sh!t I deal with leaves me stained and scarred, We ride dangerous paths, put the truth in them to make them last And get past all the stains and scars. I write raps like its therapy Until the situations that I’m facing don’t even don’t even get to me Eventually proving I’m much stronger then that Get past healing I gotta react Can’t though if not for the tracks And beats Id have to speak and probably end up smacked And beat I’m little and real but that’s just me, I’ve been scarred in fights half my life Remember being scared to walk the streets of Oak Park after the dark of night From certain crew beats as truth eats Physical pain washed away like stains its nothing new to me What has left me scarred with the lessons I’ve learnt When I grew up of course and back then never concerned But now picking up on new stuff I ain’t too tuff And cuts fade like I’m hoping all this drug **** does “Yeah the mans right” I might still stand to fight But I’d rather put my hands on the **** knife. Life’s not a game it’s hard, so **** having fame and cars, The sh!t I deal with leaves me stained and scarred, We ride dangerous paths, Put the truth in them to make them last And get past all the stains and scars. This ain’t a game it’s hard, so **** having fame and cars, The **** I deal with leaves me stained and scarred, We ride dangerous paths, put the truth in them to make them last And get past all the stains and scars. Now let’s take a step back in time When I was walking along a thin line Blind to the signs that stood before me Dragged from behind I was about to get cut shortly Shot down in a blaze of story Awkwardly they cornered me Normally I’d approach formally Walking all over this over range rover stained clothing yelling ‘move slower’ The lower they went the deeper the wound Too much blood for the band aid to consume, Rip me off **** me off as they blossom and bloom From the evidence stole my ideas and sediments Meddle with the Lutheran you’ll never again get the better my friend But then again I’ve been sliced right before Scabs and sores that I’ll dab some more, Rip thorns skin torn red raw Seems strange but to settle the score I arrange to get napisan, kill those germs And make me a happy man with a battle plan of stand And watch karma crack through your amour, Stained charmer intensity, And we all get stained and scarred eventually, But the scars is what messes with you mentally I won’t let these fascists get the best of me, That’s a recipe for laughter, I’m gonna kill the stains and worry about the injuries obtained after. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 34 [informant] => bigbucks [notes] => Mod. 9 bleep words 4/11/05 Please keep it clean bleep the whole word. Thanks [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com