My Song
Album: Siren of the Larynx
By: Stu Br00tal
By: Stu Br00tal
Duration
3:27
Description
This song moves between personal issues to issues i have with the world. It was written in a transition period between homelessness and having a home. The song speaks for itself mostly. Thats why hip hop is so important to me.... its a great way to communicate in a creative way. hope you enjoy the track guys!
Lyrics
I hate these emotions so far they leaves scars and memories I need to breath cus most the time i see only what bothers me my chest heats my outlook turns bleak and my demons speak. ive heard words of wisdom discipline and glorified kingdom but when does the kingdom come. if it came during the brief sane of sleep explain why in the wake i awake and feel so weak. leave me be but never alone home has nothing to do with location or time zone i find it within souls or maybe thats just hope fuckin with me we're all enemies battling as civilized as we've made over time but most would kill in the passion at the drop of a dime but then again i could be wrong ignorant to my nature cus i cant tell if its to love you or hate ya. I get bored and the lord knows it cold and leaves me alone a hole where the home is id rather roll with the homeless. people are boneless so they get molded my skull is too thick id rather get loaded. chakras fuckin exploded no breaks for me to slow this oh well im a UPIM train on the rail road to hell got nuthin left to sell and i cant pay the next bill by myself. i need the drama stress o rama no face no ramadan no faith i just rather get gone go on makin the long stretch into the sunset a son who never set his mind on anything beyond what he sees at the time and place i never meant to disgrace my family i understand that it was hard to handle me i never realized what i had was truth until i realized that what i had was you So the dominos fall and close in around us all we crawl thru confined design of maze like preportion distortion of life a tightly sealed tomb concealed us in an eternal womb where we grow but are never let go sustinence flows to the self centered safety of the known our own home away from home where we find comfort alone our zone prevents not postpones. im reaching out in doubt all about this damn house any and every route but i wont let my legs give out my it will find me or maybe its always right behind me always taunting haunting beneath and above the bitter sweet balance between hate and love the fear of underacheiving in my flesh and excepting my life thru respecting my death
