text sickness

[Rain Matrix]

under skies most of us wonder why, tha thunder dies, struck by these realistic sights
u hear tha lies, fear supplies, at least we’re alive, until tha times up, I feel this is life

no more faking, go forth take it, find a closed door matrix, trapped in a stray hallway
I refuse u slaves, my excuse 2 say, u can always drop power, that’s what they all say

tha ones that influence, tha past in movement, this is tha same world tha cycles rifles
it’s this crazy talk that made me stop, and think, about when I said I might go psycho

this misfit visits quickness 2 witness sickness with this, what more can I do
tha rap games calling, that rains falling, I got um stuck sorting my moves

out of tha blu, I think ya knew, I’d explode with tha text flow, like a rebel
not strapped with metal, not from tha ghetto, battle master 2 a threat shows

one of many, some love envy, so that’s what we inherit, those who grin bear it
we try 2 play off all tha days lost, like it might stall tha night falls all things perish

a white man, whose fight spans, tha uninformed, coming for, my gravity
time and place, mining fakes, like a diamond str8 with agony it had ta be

here it is, I’m not spiritless, I’m clear with this, I don’t know why we fight
on top of tha world like a spheric twist, stranded in darkness try 2 find [delight]

play no favorites, hate yur scripts, later it's really paper thick, all tha real people share love
I'm sharp like a razors tip, it's not labor if u treat yur problems good, so mine are taken care of

[Rain Matrix]

just 1 feed and u won't see me here 4 a while, I like where I'm at

why do u choose 2 find tha pain, and then feel it 2...