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Life Is ...From my left hand full of scratchesto my right hand of privationpeople see only in my face the sinfull historynone of them tries to see whats inside my heartfull mindevery step i take it gets brighter,but still felling underIm seeking for heaven but its not in the same floor,i aint right this time ?just imagine of night with no sun risingimagine a life with black hillsand if pain is lovethen i hid my pain with drugs.
Me And IRemenising myself when i was youngerall i remember when i felt hungeri had no one,i was falling underwhat makes me crazy,i see life through lots of eyesi dunt want to,it makes me paranoidso what shall i do when its now a steroidbelieve me im going underhavin my head shacking to go up,sufferingi got my life,trying to make myself god of my selfjust waiting for the rain to hipto remove some of my deep pain
Conceptual MisunderstandingThe beauty of the beastHis heart will never be deceasedThough ever in war and peaceHis heart shall shine till his demiseHe awaits the home coming peopleWho shall spit on his imageAnd talk to ask when problems fly byhis mind as a flower will shine highNow people try to act toughBut now people only blow trees offWhere people serve no mindneeding a place with same mintalityBut who cares to understand me ?