Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal |

| 10. Arrival |

walked the cobblestone, concret, sewers and the soft sands

understood the ruler and the movement of a lost man

it cost man...as i stress then i rolled

like the woman who loves, i traveled, to the depths of my soul

invest in a stroll, take a trip down, memory lane

revealed friends who were lame, and felt the family strains

sometime's it's hell to be sane and i fail to be sane

and go skitzo like i sniffed dro wit pebbles of cane

knew i was hot, no stop, i pop steam like a kettle on flame

i'm the light of a weak race, like a candle with slaves

lo, until i'm nailed in a grave, wit a no hopes to regain

i'll go extreme like ski'ing down a slop made uh blades

no two wrotes are the same if their wrote from my brain

verses truth, i'm hurt, swimmin thru an ocean of pain

i know time is precious, and spoke to every motionless grain

of my consciousness and found out how to boast and sustain

without losin my respect, drained like locusts for pain

look in the mirror and tear none, wit no notion of shame

i'm scopin my name, findin where my essence was birthed

walk thru a hail of gun fire, never stressin the burst

feel untouchable like women with a weapon in skirt

givin out nothin of me, like protectin their purse

my flesh is the worse i've known and i'll confess it in church

as i came to the end, i know, i'm lochness on the dirt

for what's it's worth, i'll apologize for needin a walk

this my new life, i can see me in the chalk

like the movie ghost, i blew the most, weed on a park

bench, i'm stackin this food of thought like needin a cart

at the supermarket, like a wood fire, needed a spark

was a patient to this greatness, had to even my chart

and get discharged in a wheelchair, then i lean till i walked

upright again, and marshall things like bein wit faulk

as of today, can now never see me flee in the dark

whether held up wit a gun, or a legion of narcs

i got this thing that has sparked every nerve is my system

gotta put my years in, like i'm earnin a pensions

i've aarrived at another wall, where learning's a penchant

for success, and in my grown life i'm spurn as an infant

i was healed for a time, now returnin to sickness

goin to the mac and flip these bitches, like turnin to pimpin.

For Uncharted Terrain

Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records