I,ve reached that poinit in almost no-ones life where consiquences just dont matter.
I cant find my phantoms, and cant find a way to kill what I cant find. I can’t kill my-self… pity, cuz as pitiful as life is, my soulmate wont let me, to kill one is like killing the other (crazy)
So instead i’ll tape knife in hand
and like a sentinel to the land
I’ll seak to find – a criminal for the crime
rap(E) culture wraps up rape in a neat package called “money power, pack coward” stop or kill me before I cant stop me from killing
because lord I’m willing
and murder is thrilling
gauging the eyes of those soon to die
white eyes rolled up to the black skies
hate is in the eye of the beholder
and fear looks over its shoulder
but thick tears and no fears
restrain the pain for two more years
(IF YOUR LUCKY)
thankyou.. ..thankyou very much – elvis preslie