Right this moment, yo we’re running out of time we’ll see if I get to finish this rhyme Life on earth is cursed, the curtain closes, eyes open searching for peace in final moments, playing the game till it’s over perfect strangers, perfection isn’t obtained by momentary gain or, voluntary pain martyr your heart condition, sacrifice all your possessions it’s burning up in flames with violent aggression causing depression Right this moment a women gets raped, there’s no escape the flesh flashed in his face fed his rage on every tv station and magazine page we keep falling (to temptation) cause this is how we’re raised I don’t expect every line to make sense at first mention that’s why with this track I recommend repeated listens my flow isn’t the illest, my content isn’t the sickest these visions are to specific, I’m bringing you something different my new SES verse
Posted on: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 12:11:14 +0000