Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Knowledge |

| 6. Past and Present |

past~

Was born then i grew, confused since age two

all the way through day school, was never the chump

kept my hands up like raised roofs, enraged youth, evade truth

i was like -who needs it? what reason?

a disturbed human being, rumor breeding, fire spittin akuma breathing,

motivated by mostly hatred -known to play with ghosts n demons,

relentless menace, couldnt keep friends -had aggressive friendships

get the message? attention dephasite during classes

not to mention hyper active, life was maddness,

adrenaline kept kickin in, force fed prescriptions of ritalin,

of course it was often my derivitive, this is how i reminisce

i got the chills, they kept me drugged up when i was younger

no wonder im still poppin pills!, rhymin real,

until im embraced a deal for a spittin, a real decision,

five senses on the track...

help you see, smell, hear, taste, n- feel the wisdom

presently on probation -drug procrastination has me mad,

perhaps ill relapse after i pass rehab,

uncertain -still sicc when i rhyme, sicc in the mind,

i had to get a flu shot before they'd sell me a mic

went jail -even in my cell i would write,

scratchin on the wall whatever i liked,

with a clever device,

caught my sun tan through the window when the weather was nice--

presently~

my veins run cold n bluish -frozen fluids,

i cant maintain composure stupid, searchin for sanity

cuzz ive been known to lose it, dissowned by music,

cuzz musically ive exposed the trueness, the truest with 2cents,

my life storry begins where the good news ends

my attitude changes frequently -like a frequency,

ive recently lost control of reasoning, reason being

i could care less about people than we did about jesus bleeding,

indecent demons keep increasing the beef im seeking,

beefin with priests beliefs for thinking i wont leave religious beings extinct

be that as it may, im as bad as they say,

i treat ya life how you should treat the mic

pass it away, placed in a casket to stay,

cast off the face of the planet -to a place where ya stranded,

no escapin fate when im after my prey

preyin' on first rate mercinaries yo, end up in a worst case scenario,

fucc san rio -everywhere you look the sand meets the air in ya nose,

swallow ya pride -hurt the glands in ya throat,

now you know where i stand as a man on his own

my companions are nowhere around -like a ghost town,

my spirits so broke -i feel like im closed down,

my smile decomposed to a frown, like depression -im down,

stick out my head n cut my neck..

or just put the rope around ---to be continued..