right thing
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My message to you
I don’t know what to do
Sink or swim
I don’t wanna go
I don’t want to complain
But my life has gone insane
I am doing things right
As far as I can see
In the Dark and gloom
Man I hate this room
In the Dark and gloom
The sun must come out soon
I had a better day
Still I wish to stay
Obeying all their rules
I have been a fool
Now I must go on
Why cant life just be fun
One more lousy verse
Then Ill stop and curse
In the Dark and gloom
Man I hate this room
In the Dark and gloom
The sun must come out soon
Never wanted it this way
Hope they see I pray
With my broken wing
Why cant they do the right thing
In the Dark and gloom
Man I hate this room
In the Dark and gloom
The sun must come out soon
I don’t know what to do
Sink or swim
I don’t wanna go
I don’t want to complain
But my life has gone insane
I am doing things right
As far as I can see
In the Dark and gloom
Man I hate this room
In the Dark and gloom
The sun must come out soon
I had a better day
Still I wish to stay
Obeying all their rules
I have been a fool
Now I must go on
Why cant life just be fun
One more lousy verse
Then Ill stop and curse
In the Dark and gloom
Man I hate this room
In the Dark and gloom
The sun must come out soon
Never wanted it this way
Hope they see I pray
With my broken wing
Why cant they do the right thing
In the Dark and gloom
Man I hate this room
In the Dark and gloom
The sun must come out soon
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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why do they festoon
me with flowers of lies
like garlands of spite
and all the while
they're being.....trite....
and lying to me.....
they'd like me to wear
lays of dispair.....
but I haven't quite
got around to it.....
I am just a poet
and, yes, I shoud know it.....
but pigs guts they throw it
at me,
so I reached a decision
to deal with derision,
and I said for the poor
there is plenty
plenty of spite
plenty of bile
I guess I bin thinking while they threw their
piles on teh fire......
I'm not here or there......
I guess I'm the sqaure
so c'mon scare
me now kiddies
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Oh my song
My sweetest song
Of all the songs
My songja
Sonja Sonja
Sun mother of Ja
Your babies our babies
They been dieing too long in this war
Songja songja
My sweetest song
SLAM . . .
The unanimous winner of the 1998 grand jury prize at the sundance film festival, slam is a “coming to life” ghetto tale of a street pharmacist / aspiring rapper who finds salvation in his rhymes. Trapped in Dodge City, a drug-infested war zone in southeast Washington D.C. Ray Joshua (Saul, once my name was also Paul, Williams, oh shaky you still grooving) gets caught up in a drug deal gone bad and is sucked into the criminal justice system. In jail he finds THE TRUTH IN HIMSELF and his craft through Lauren Bell (hey, teacher, ring my bell -- SONJA SOHN, sweet little sister of that John) a beautiful and charismatic writing teacher who leads him to the path of salvation. Using his talent for poetic rap, Ray (you are my sunshine, my only sunshine) learns to survive and rise above the pain of his lost generation.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key