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IN MY EYES...Featuring "Tha Poetic Son"
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Take a trip with us, Lets go,
(Tha Poet)
In my eyes there's a rage- That makes me take center stage,
Calling for your attention- And telling you to disregard my age.
You see I'm kind of like a mage- Because the things I write is magic,
In my eyes you see a real life- That is worse than anything you imagine.
I've experienced things you couldn't fathom- It's a non-fiction horror story,
Fighting through it all- But knowing that I'll never achieve glory.
In my eyes you see worries- Of not making it to tomorrow,
There's darkness within me- Filled with joyful sorrow.
You see I use the word joyful- Because sorrow is all I know,
Being happy has never been an option- So sorrow has helped me grow.
In to this male before you- I'm hesitant to call myself a "man",
But I also feel that I am- Because I was walking before I could stand.
In my eyes you see my hand- Reaching out to be held,
The only time I asked for help- Yet still I somehow fell.
Straight into the depths of hell- Selling my soul to the Devil,
The irony of it all- Is that it's still cold on this level.
In my eyes you see emptiness- Because in this world I'm all alone,
No friends to help me out- My good heart has turned to stone.
In my eyes you see depression- You see life teaching me a lesson,
Left with so many questions- No answers, so I'm guessing.
So many times in Life- I've prayed and asked for guidance,
Then I'd patiently wait for an answer- But all I got was silence.
In my eyes you see violence- A beast being held back,
In my mind is where the cells at- He's just waiting for me to yell attack.
So I can unleash my wrath- Giving this world a blood bath,
Where's your daughters and sons at- This is worse than any gun blast.
Because in my eyes you see a kid- That is unwilling to quit,
The world has turned it's back on me- And in my eyes,
That ain't about shit.
(Tha Poetic Son)
Well in my eyes - You could see I've turned my back on this world
See I've lived on my own for so long - My first reaction is to curl
Fetus position - I was forced to back tracking, quitting, and submission
It took walking on hells hot coals - To halt this transition
The flaming flames that massaged my feet - Somehow made me sane
Erupting in anger, malice, and a constant umbrella for rain
The reflective looks in my eyes - Was similar to Cain
As he murdered his own - Somehow I could do the same
Cause my eyes were bland... No color, no life - Just pain!
They told the story of many men and women - Who felt dark creep
Yet slightly it soothed you - Like sleeping a hot night with a cold sheet
Only to reveal your body - For you carry a fetish for darkness and heat
This fetish engulfs your life - Somehow helping the stress
Just to find its sly as a fox ways - Would have you pray upon death
But one night... You awake soaked, drenched, absolutely wet
Body covered in tears, not hot sticky sweet
And you realize the tears from your eyes - Were a gift from the sky
It was nourishment inside ... that had to get out
For you to get by - For you to survive
That was me that night - Those were the tears I cried
Tears of anger, malice, and years and years of pain
So now when you look in my eyes - They tell a better tale
One that shows previous hurt, anger, and somehow escaped hell
Two brown eyes filled with life and high set sights
For peeks and plateaus of a better plain
It was a trial and a tribulation to make it from insane to sane
Thankfully I did better than weather the storm... I outran the rain!
