mir war langweilig und hab einfach mal.....
I wish I could rise high above clouds,
when spittin ‘n watch the sunset down south,
in a small house, village style,
kids shinin wit big smiles ‘n laughter comin outta their mouth
while clean beatz vibes my Soul
and my lyrics added as a Whole
soul searchin, a strong yearnin to deep down below,
an Existence on Earth but what is my role?
decisions I be makin,
less positive coz inside I be shakin,
how many rulez I been breakin?
My image is bulletproof but behind it, my heart wont stop achin
thoughts be blazin right thru my system, my mind
Lets go back to the past ‘n have this process rewind
nuttin in my life aint clean, gone to black from white
my organs, my liver ‘n lungs more heavy than light
knowledge of something greater, something larger than life
take away my pain, dont wanna think ‘bout killin myself twice
visions hittin my head like particles collision
but when tryin to reveal ‘em, is like being in audition
at night being physically fit but mentally exhausted
nocturnally active, watchin darkness as if somebody paused it
still aint sleepy ’n stopped countin stars, the most was twenty
but even if I went to sleep, the next day I’d still feel empty
ist leider keine LBC gangsta shit....
I wish I could rise high above clouds,
when spittin ‘n watch the sunset down south,
in a small house, village style,
kids shinin wit big smiles ‘n laughter comin outta their mouth
while clean beatz vibes my Soul
and my lyrics added as a Whole
soul searchin, a strong yearnin to deep down below,
an Existence on Earth but what is my role?
decisions I be makin,
less positive coz inside I be shakin,
how many rulez I been breakin?
My image is bulletproof but behind it, my heart wont stop achin
thoughts be blazin right thru my system, my mind
Lets go back to the past ‘n have this process rewind
nuttin in my life aint clean, gone to black from white
my organs, my liver ‘n lungs more heavy than light
knowledge of something greater, something larger than life
take away my pain, dont wanna think ‘bout killin myself twice
visions hittin my head like particles collision
but when tryin to reveal ‘em, is like being in audition
at night being physically fit but mentally exhausted
nocturnally active, watchin darkness as if somebody paused it
still aint sleepy ’n stopped countin stars, the most was twenty
but even if I went to sleep, the next day I’d still feel empty
ist leider keine LBC gangsta shit....