nadating

nada ting
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry

nada ting mikingbing puditing and devil strings
gotta bring, lyrics sing, preceeding bang! metal rings
blackaou!
mindstate in a blackout
bud-DUH might seem repressed but theres no turning back now
from the day it was established i knew k-hole would live on
on my arm k-rock logo its tatted until im dead n gone
am i head strong or dead wrong from turnin my dream of fame
into my lifes goal of makin the world respect the name
of SPEN seven eight
homie gazin from heavens gates
im sure he admitted but if not he gots time 2 wait
the other day me, our brother and moms busted open crates
i finally capped all the gear created by my team mate
PhatNicks apparel, i got my first shirt when SPEN and i met
When brother SPEN JAXSUN got sick i admit i wept
short time later PhatNicks logo on my tricept
and still i get
teary eyed when i think that i miss him
fury rise when i think somebody diss em
arisen, a feelin in me so noble and pure
A bond i never felt, two brothers that can endure
just about any devastation, addiction or incarceration
any infliction, pussy hatin, affliction, dark revelation
steady pacin, in my four cornered domain
see my face in the mirror and my eyes be full of flame
rain, slain, membrain insane, dopamine claimed
by substances that allow me to erradicate some pain

but really im copestedik and my mental state stable
i need no apathedicks or pity parties around my table
i never need no shoulder to cry on
got niggas putin up SPENs name in krylon
and a family i built that only shake with right arm
choking on oxygen like im wrapped in pythons
confused about my path but miami streets ill die on

i know im a gringo slash italiano
fuck u sapingo u aint miermano
when i give u mi mano
i offer my quireda
u aint speakin truth
tu habla mucha mierda
in italian statzazita and bafangu
mean shut yo god dam trap and fuk u
in zoo they call C krack daddy on 8th el pingu
i dont have any blood family so i cherish my whole krew

K-HOLE till the day i die