Passing time by these past demons eat me alive, I wonder how will I survive when I strive to be the best, I continue to get tested, and I sit my head down to the great void, as the thread of fate has been sown. I have a date with death, the end and what he does to tend, to the helpless souls of life, because everything is sweet when you eat the nectar, but in this sector nothing, isnt real because the intelligent mind, is some kind of flawed muscle and you struggle to be some kind of hero, to kids that arent yours, to the mind you feel like you equal zero. Fate is nothing. Death seems to stare at you, as he tells the truth yet life says something different as the illusion of being the best is nothing but a mirage. (x2) My perception on life is nothing compared to the reception you receive to the things, you do or the little ring you hear, because it is a ting of ignorance, what is my life if I have no intelligence? I am mad scientist trying to devise a virus and bring hatred to your environment. The amount of tears cannot even comprehend the fear, I feel everyday knowing I could die not seeing my mate, but thats fate to fail and trail the emotion called despair, because nothing you can will repair what is broken. This life and the struggle never ends here. Fate is nothing. Death seems to stare at you, as he tells the truth yet life says something different as the illusion of being the best is nothing but a mirage. (x2) So, you can hate on me all day, but hey thats the price to pay, when you are brilliant and under great circumstances you are resilient, to the conflict humanity brings to your door step, that seamless transition can destroy the spirit and that is why the great empire of troy fell, they got so hung up on this one lady, that in the end fate had played its hand and caused a band of bodies left for death. People you idolize can cause you to realize your flaws but hey thats why I am the claws of the great tiger, I am so strong call me black panther because I would rather a take a path to glory than fall into crap hole feeling sorry. But, hey everyone has haters how many eights can you say when your vision isnt straight because you are rated low class, and you take look through the glass and you see lies and ties you have made but in the end, you regret because they become a liability than a blessing. Fate is nothing. Death seems to stare at you, as he tells the truth yet life says something different as the illusion of being the best is nothing but a mirage. (x3) The realist shit I ever wrote, trying to be like my idol 2pac. ((This rap I created while, feeling the intense pain of stupid shit))
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 00:28:20 +0000