Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Knowledge |

| 2. Reflection of Pain feat. Primal |

::Knowledge::

Broke n homeless, home sicc, no change of clothing,

same shyt you saw me a few days ago in

same rain n cold wind, only thing changed is the stains are growin'

face the omen, still chase the moment

but my stomaches cryin, wantin' silence, gettin skinny

like a fuccin diet, no cash to buy with, won't beg for food

my pride is pryin, meantime im dyin'.........(i'm dyin')

::Knowledge::

man...

I think back when the drugs had control of me

had a hold of me, now i dont own a thing, but thats prone to change

ive come to grips with reality its towering, and sometimes it over powers me,

but i maintain a bold face -faced with my own fate i wont become a casualty

gradually ive swept myself up, from hells crumbs,

a soldier that stands alone and runs the rebellion,

rebelling because it was to hot under the pale sun

the past few months ive never felt so alone

its like no ones home, allthough i wont lose focuss

peoples coldness truelly shows, i refuse to lose hope let the truth be exposed

im truelly a stone i rock for my own well being, self achieving,

ive wasted to much time -14 bells are ringing,

i can smell the demon breathing, ive come to far to quit..help me jesus

please give me a sign -and piece of mind

I already have reasons to try, but will i succeed or die?

i dont know..dying doesnt seem like such a bad dream sometimes

i stay away from instigators, cuzz im instantly instigated,

blined by the rings of playaz, ill break ya fingers -yes indeed i hate ya,

cuzz i work hard for measly pay checks,

switch seats with me and see if your way of thinking changes

apparently i write the realness, with twice the feelings

touch me on my head christ..im kneeling,

even though the good way of lifes appealing -im knife concealing,

walkin to work on ghetto turfs the reason,

5 o'clock in the morning when most people are sleeping,

but fucc it -the situation will never defeat me...

::Knowledge::

Broke n homeless, home sicc, no change of clothing,

same shyt you saw me a few days ago in

same rain n cold wind, only thing changed is the stains are growin'

face the omen, still chase the moment

but my stomaches cryin, wantin' silence, gettin skinny

like a fuccin diet, no cash to buy with, won't beg for food

my pride is pryin, meantime im dyin'.........(i'm dyin')

::Primal the liquid linguist::

Knowledge beseeched me, cuz i'm a hood soldier

not cuz i bust so many guns, but cuz i'm from the slums of the east coast-

where heat floats more than rafts on calm sea, and give heat strokes-

from the place that dwells, sun burned and grease folks--

those are black people and fried chicken in the corner stores--

where crack fiends are baby daddies and corner whores--

this i absorbed all my life through the hunger and strife--

and i never knew failure pass drugs or the thunder of pipes--

all for the good, i found rap and grabbed a flow for myself--

needed money, so i did it, packed doe for myself--

no help..mamma was broke but she had a job--

but we was better off on welfare...see the system i despise--

i did strive, and kept my chin lifted above my throat--

never had a dad, but respected the essence of his livin ghost--(1&1/2 when he died)

i heard stories and I smile, P internally proud--

reflectin back on shit, no weed, not even burnin a mild--

don't get it twisted, i been side tracked by haters and family--

it's a lotta heat between us like the gang wars in miami--

and the cops Marc-Us in my hood like we was Born as a Camby--

can't stand he, any pig wit a harrassin edge--

for them i wish death in three secs like a blast to head--

the trash been fed through the media my college course--

is economics, but sometimes i feel like, don't try abort--

in short, they say "not what you know kid it's the who"--

shit they must be the nazi, and i'm holocausted as a jew--

for a job, a forty thousand taxed salary and benefits--

probably can't afford the rent in a maui tenaments--

but i never been a bitch, once i understood dynamics--

that NIGGAS BLEED JUST LIKE US, and snitch when they panic--

::Knowledge::

Broke n homeless, home sicc, no change of clothing,

same shyt you saw me a few days ago in

same rain n cold wind, only thing changed is the stains are growin'

face the omen, still chase the moment

but my stomaches cryin, wantin' silence, gettin skinny

like a fuccin diet, no cash to buy with, won't beg for food

my pride is pryin, meantime im dyin'.........(i'm dyin')