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BLOWIN OFF STEAM!

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BLOWIN OFF STEAM!

Postby shadyallday » Jun 19th, '09, 16:27

this is called blowin off steam id appreciate some feedback...

lets just cut to the chase/ why r all these motherfuckers up in my face?/ sometimes it feels like i'm runnin in place/ i just need someone to hug or embrace/ or just somebody to talk to, so they can make me feel better when i'm feelin awful/ my life is like a tunnel, and its just too small to crawl through/ its like i'm talking to the wall, because its hard to argue/ if u only felt a morsel of pain i fought through/ it was like tryin to breathe under water without a snorkel/ or a horse tryin to walk with no horseshoes/ im slowin down to a halt, like a porsche with no more fuel/ and thats only maybe a fourth of all the bullshit ive gone through/

im just blowin off steam/ im more peaceful when i ventilate, then when i meditate/ sometimes i just wanna scream/ when im in that mental state, it feels like im in a better place/ i love it when its so quiet and serene/ that way i can just be me, and blow off some steam/

it feels like im walking on egg shells/ all i hear is "u know that he meant well," but u know what, i cant tell/ it feels likeim all alone in a crammed cell/ i just wanna punch the wall, until my hands swell/ or i can take a handful of advil/ and jump out the window tied to an anvil/ or take a knife to my adam's apple/ my life feels like its in shambles/ damn im dealin with more crap than i can handle/ it feels like i cant breathe, im getting strangled/ my esophagus is about the size of an ant hill/ my talent is getting wasted like all the crap in a landfill/ my minds at a stand still, there comes a time when people will test a mans will/ or test a mans skill and keep pushin him until that mans killed/ u could do anything but u cant tempt me/ u see the glass half full, i see it as half empty/ when u cross that line ur going passed friendly/ now ur actin like u accidentally, told a crack that in fact offended me/ but it was wack, not exemplary, u know my raps r a little past legendary/ ill still be spittin rhymes till im buried in the cemetary/

yo im fed up, maybe i should just overdose/ it feels like im comatose/ everything seems like its goin slow/ i dont know where im going, but i know its close/ i dont got a motive so, if this rap shit doesnt work i know im broke/ im tired of hearin all the told u so's and all the no u wont's/ maybe i should just go to church and catch the holy ghost/ i always think the worst maybe more than most/ i always get the short end of the stick/ i guess im more of a pessimist/ im the one that'll probably go talk sports with a therapist/ and he'll probably prescribe meall sorts of seditives/ i have a hard time describing all this prejudice/ i dont really care what u think of me/ this was my chance to blow off a little steam!/
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