random thoughts

random thought patterns
candles in jack o lanterns
the light that i posses can be seen down dark caverns
the cave that im sitting, the trap, hole, or forgotten city
paradise lost and found at what cost, my teeth chipping
newspaper clippings, nada FIN victory just obituaries
dro vapor and sniffing, coladapin ministry, time solitary
pacin back and forth from corner to corner
the coroner zips body bags till im a morner
tears in the black of night
morning a transformer
starscream the sky gridlock grill from gringa employer
implode till explode, intraverted till im murdered
episodes wit scally hoez, HBO dna dumpster wit wordsah
pain and anguish some memories that never left
prostitutes beat with extension cords and burned to death
but thats spoke by destiny
she utteed the recipe
so bud-DUH studduh in the guttuh with a F'in geek
i remember in highschool sellin dope with no adversity
bangin out cheerleaders, they loved a dope boy celebrity
never had a big head and dough never got the best of me
havin preppy girls drive me to re-up in daddy's mercedes
i never felt depression always said it was a weakness of the mind
until my agression led to regression and i lost a friend of mine
time after time and line after line,
waks and raps push me foward till i decline
in my mind there is not turning back
if i backtrack id retract all my knowledge on rap
and im better than that
i cant ever give up
gotta produce more tracks
and stay not givin a fuk
im livin it up, but that produces no substancail gain
rubbin on puta's but but never feelin love for these dames
my last relashionship ended, she said no emotion in this souljah
i pour my soul relentless into k-hole and my corazon stone like a bouldah
so much loss has turned my heart into urainium coated coal
and i gotta be the BOSS so im concentratin on my goals
alot of promises i made to take everyone to the pinacle
and all the hardships ive blazed have made me o so sinacle
trust is so very far out of my grasp
lust for few things but 1st of it be cash
workin since carlito was diaz anos
a jit in cuban resteraunt cleanin up banos
sold dope for close too a decade
crossings lake i tossed and AK
a 22, 2 38s and my boy even capped a grenade
fought every fight ive been involved
had barrels in my mouth and thank PAC they never revolved
C dot could go on for days writin bout his triumph and regret
but i think i should boot up protools and work toward the next step