Music Of My Conscious

by **MC Anonymous** » Sep 29th, '09, 00:18

As the scenery passes me, broken homes in the agony
forever more in horror, death, destruction and tragedy
human pain within me is given a clueless name
injesting morbid death, so maybe it sooths the pain
sittin here with writtins, writing a hopeless cause
how can I see the heavens, telescope focus lost
life is but a tear drop in a never ending maze
it will twist and turn and eventually fade away
with a splash of reality that seems to come full circle
energy trapped in a bubble, exploded, reduced to rubble
my hunger for success, a struggle to live with sin
I sit and grit my teeth, this trouble I'm living in
makes internal organs, corterised texture
penial gland in quarter sized measure
of violence, silent pain, impede movement
see bruises on my heart, it's useless (echo's)

-BRIDGE-
Horrific monters, coming to say you're a goner
they say they caught ya, in a buncha slaughter
but your the author of they story playing out
so what you're saying now? this is what's dreaming's about
fire surrounding the underpass, you try to escape
underneath the widows peak is the sweat that you make
-BRIDGE/-

If this life is what I make of it, then why am I poor
why am I sore, why do I have so many broken doors
of opportunity, got persuing me a foolish dream
to be the best MC, from 413, reality
in actuality, capture fallacies in honesty
from my motherfucking peers, and boy does it bother me
spit till I'm blue in the face, what good does it make?
I could make mistakes, and be a person with would in my face
misunderstood in this place, I could start smoking weed
open seeds, spoke of these to my peers, toke and squeeze
float on seas of LCD, hoping we could agree,
moping with pleas, addicted and I'm sloping at E's
like I aint never had a joint before, sloppy and dizzy
got me a city of hullcinations, god these are pretty
popping with ripped T's, thinkin' of titties I see in this vision
peein' and spittin, but in reality,seepin with this sin
believining within the corridors, bleedin as stores
turn to floresent colors endorsed by the devils sword

-BRIDGE-
Blood stains.... horror, death..
What more is left?
Spirits are demons,
Demons are death
and death...
brings life
-BRIDGE/-

Destruction of the sinners, armageddon, bombs are spreadin,
I see my arns are lettin, the clip inside my posession
this is the time, for intervention, blastin' the weapons
I'm grabbing intestines out of you stomache for digestin'
Cause' I'm pumped with adrenline, I gotta survive
otherwise I will die, I can not let my brothers lie
On the floor of the warzone, gettin hit through they bones
or me and my own, body controlled by microphones
It's a destruction period of time, serious guy
furious cries of the sky, burning meteors will fry
seeing dirt turned to glass, in a flash, burn to ash
people running really fast, just to end in a grasp
of the bend-ing of last, events in this time
I sent you this rhyme, to let you know from my mind
By the time I'm through fucking around, my days are done
and I'll unleash this demon inside of me, if you see it then run

Death.... Destruction...
Music Of My Conscious