stoln silence

lately
but rapidly
a confusion amoung my admirers
is costin me my believers
cuz of the rumor
known to every nonamer
that iv been infected
even before this song has been perfected
its clearly being reflected
as im easily being predicted
i wantd this damn thing off my back
so i paused this track
n pulled up all my strings
to arrange the docs meetings
to know whats wrong with me
finally they come upwith a theory
n say they may have a remedy
but first they gotto run some tests
they pile me up in straight jackets
n lock me up in a dorm
painted every inch in white fuckin norm
without any windows
like one of those shut rat holes
they start to turn the volume down
i begin to hear a persistent sound
i think its from this accedient
of me being alive causing this regiment
screaming inside of me
stitching a great agony
some one has broken thee
somehow no one else can see
n how do you expect
for me to survive til sunset
even if i hide in a closet
hoping to hit my reset
it doesnt stop
i wanna give up
n when i surender
i can only remeber
i hear a word
it is too much bulrd
but it is slowly gaining controll
im losing in me my role
these voices of me once which inspire
now are startin to conspire
asking me to retire
but iv written this overnighter
to be a survivor
tryin to respire
n suddenly something starts cracking
there the doors open
so i read my prayers
asking for exterminators
to kill wahts benaeth my layers
this constant undying servailance
but for my ignorance

im sentenced to infinite stoln silence

sung by a street artist......

lastn night
there was a word on the street
about the stop of a beat
adout dewy's great feat
for me he was a great performer
there was no never
in his gramar
he was my only brother
my mighty fuckin armour
but for him it was al over
when he was still alive and sober
n the spotlight went dim
cuz he thaught it was the only path left for him
so today im suposd to say a few words
about him and what he was ofcourse
so i start sayin dewy
my man my buddy
was waht i cud say
that he was alone in all
but he allways stood tall
they say he was found on a train
in the month of the rain
n he never got his last name
he felt that it was sane
to be named after things from  sky that came
so he cald himself dewy
then was the time he first passd by
n weh i first met him
he was too afraid to speak
afraid hd leak
his first words to me was a poem
it was about all that was upon him
from then his every line
was a beauty til come clocks chime
for him it took his life
but he was never under stood by hiz own wife
he always rapped about her
but was a victim of her short temper
keepin it cold she left him
not even thinkin if he'd keep survivin
i will still love her
to he hollowness he shouted itd be forever
yeah he lived
he lived for the crowd
n sang al out loud
but it was not him they wanted
it was his word
n he gave  them al he had
it is all so sad
as his presence got old
they got rid of him
his spot light went dim
it was his only path snatchd from him
now iz where i should take grace
n adress every starin face
that he waz simple and happy ended
even though it was too coomplicated
im suposd to fake a tear in my eye
like every one n say gud bye
n begin to go
hey i nevr told my name so
thaught that you should know
that tis solulez place
with a two face

calz me dewy!

17 kilz

to al dat i don wanna no
say this is how it shud go
so you havnt heard
im populor with my word
among the herd
not so much to wory
herz my story
n the worldz f'd up glory
i waz countd to be ten
but im startin to learn
dancin with dead iz so much fun
for this my own song
it has been al along
with these lyrics is there sometin worng
that say
do they listen to silent cries (of blood) that pary
does the so cald peace ever come into play
n my dayz go this way
wakin everyday to see
my worst nightmare alive in me
salve of peple (from the cause) who call it be my destiny
then i close my eyes seekin to learn
will i ever have it to be my turn
can i ever have some palce someone to say i'd return
i try findin  words of hope upon to live n run
but there hardly seems to be none
so i keep makin attempts to protect what i dream is mine
tryin to live in the rhyme
in this world they say itz a crime
they think itz not worth a dime
noin al the beat of the heart down below
is gettin cold n slow
now here is where you may think that u know
hey take a clue
this part was meant for you
it aint no cowards song
but the curse of the sin that comes along
open your eyes it aint no play staition game
on intensity there iz no restrain
im kept alive to live what i say
to be foolishly strong
n survive the crowd among
til there comes the day
when ur morinin newspapers say
"found dead in someones driveway"
so this my pursuit of happiness
to be shot and buried in the six foot dampness
now the reason for this confession
iz todays obsession
that this day im senteen
n gift upon my head was 600 dollars in green
im waitin to stop this pain n all
by takin one last stroll

so her comz my judgemnt's cal
for me to fall
by closin in to test my skills
just to pay
n say
damn 17 kills!