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Still Breathing
Contributed by
devils_denial
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Tuesday, 15th December 2009 @ 09:31:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Yeah, who's going to be the last one left
Please tell me?
Who's going to be the last one left
Yes I'm stressed but at least i feel free
My brothers above me give me the reason
For me to keep on breathing
Come on you all got to believe me
Last night I dreamed my death
A seven hour vision who could've guessed
My mind couldn't rest, must've been stressed
Had me sweating at best
I was lying on the pavement
With two bullets buried deep within my chest
But the ultimate question is this
Was this dream really a test?
I got to be a sinner, must be living in hell
Just let me live on in peace,
Cos there isn't no point in me dying yet
I've got funny stories to tell
Yes I'm stressed but at least I feel free
My brothers above me give me the reason
For me to keep on breathing
Come on you all got to believe me
Besides got to stay strong, stand firm in the dirt
For all my brothers are gone, and I'm still here
Walking this cruel earth
Adam, Danny, Darren, Clifford and Anthony
Do you don't hear me?
We've got to all show respect
Cos we're the ones still breathing
You know I'm right
I hold on tight even with death in my sight
The darkness is my light, I'm cynical, but I got to stay true
To what I believe in and so have you too
Came a long way from my old days
Got to keep my demons at bay
Who cares about me I say
I'd rather die for my brothers anyday
Yes I'm stressed but at least I feel free
My brothers above me give me the reason
For me to keep on breathing
Come on you all got to believe me
People walk around ready to stab you in the back
Must be a bad day, Hell I live a life like that
I's truly unfair that people judge you
Just by giving you an awkward stare
Who cares that they don't give a damn about me
That's the demon side of them
Trying to break free from our grasp
The side evil where the devil come from
From the bellies of angels, that's where we come from
And we're still breathing
I'm totally wasted, and they want me to face this
Lost my brothers, can someone else take this?
But I'm poetically trained, simple and plain
I write one rhyme, and tomorrow I'll do it again
Lyrically I run this town
This rhyme is for you up there my brothers
Down here we'll hold the fort
In our bodies, souls and hearts
No one is going to tear us apart
We be here not giving up
Although we miss you
We got to carry on breathing...
Yeah, who's going to be the last one left
Please tell me?
Who's going to be the last one left
Yes I'm stressed but at least I feel free
My brothers above me give me the reason
For me to keep on breathing
Come on you all got to believe me
Yes I'm stressed but at least I feel free
My brothers above me give me the reason
For me to keep on breathing
Come on you all got to believe me
By Jay Basey 2009
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Re: Still Breathing
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by fallensaint on
Tuesday, 15th December 2009 @ 12:16:21 PM AEST
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| Great poem. I really enjoyed it |
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Re: Still Breathing
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by Fuzzy on
Tuesday, 15th December 2009 @ 12:32:24 PM AEST
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This is just fantastic, loved reading this.great write.
Take care |
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