Fa-Q - Tomorrow Never Comes

[Fa-Q]

My graveyard, which to build I slaved hard, I just watch as the mud dries,
I need to make the sky depressed, so that rain and the flood cries,
Because right now, my veins and arteries are brittle, and my blood dries,
Each tear drips on the mud, they're shovels, I see them dig a grave,
Sold it too many times, its a snow ball affect, my souls too big to save,
All I hear, in my inner ear, a bang of the drum and bells ringing,
Its swollen, I'm wonderin' what this unnecessary swell's bringing,
Is my inner demon coming out, wait I can almost hear hell singing,
When I finally do die, I've written in my will, I want my ashes spread,
I want all six billion of you to be at my funeral, with flashed of my head,
And you all envy me, as I lay smiling, in my small casket dead,
I want all of you onlookers to know, I never cried with disgrace,
And my simple fears and phobias, I always tried to face,
I flew to the skies, all the way up, until I was inside of space,
And there, I boxed with Nebulars, and earned the rings of Saturn,
My cold lips, loose lungs, predictable, like all things in a pattern,

Tomorrow, tomorrow never comes,
What kind of fool do they take me for,
Tomorrow, a restin place for bums,
A trap set in the slums, but I know the score,

And I'll show you, my bruised knuckles, and each scar I earned,
I was just like a candle, wax dripped on the table, too far burned,
A veteran, covering up with my country's flag, accused of war crimes,
My notebook, lies on the table, I have to aquire more lines,
I'll never stop or yeild, I'm on a one way street, ignorin signs,
My candle has burned, the wick is visible, and the red wax has dried,
But everyday, by cowardly ambush, my doubt always attacks my pride,
As I'm on the run, but the other candles, each one distracts my stride,
It burns my fingertips, as I scrape at the coffin beneath the ground,
And when I'm finally dug up, my white, smiling teeth are found,
And when it rains it pours, either that, or when it pours it rains,
My red eyes look the other way, as each ignores the stains,
Stains on my white shirt, as my coffin tries to fight the dirt,
My fingernails scraping the surface, they try to soften the dirt,
They're whores, because I'll see above ground, and they often they flirt,
But my caskett gets covered, making the coughin' hurt,

Tomorrow, tomorrow never comes,
What kind of fool do they take me for,
Tomorrow, a restin place for bums,
A trap set in the slums, but I know the score,

Rotton bones, are to the rest of us living, forgotton moans,
Or the rest of you, twisted ankles, I can feel my mangled pair,
They resemble your twisted mind, sprouting tangled hair,
You choke me, even with a simple look, that's a strangle stair,
And as the vines pull my body to hell, and my soul to the great beyond,
And I'll stay in darkness, and I'll just have to wait for dawn,
So say what you want to say now, cause it'll be too late, I'm gone,
Smash my head stone, does it matter I already bled alone,
If your buried with your money, the money disentigrates,
But the losers on earth, know that a real a winner waits,
Will someone born again burn in hell, if they have sinner traits,
Will someone married remember all their, tender dates,
Or will they be caught in a red net, red from the dried blood from fish,
See everyone in the world has dreams, some nighmares, and some wish,
Some dream of yesterday, the day before, or some stray more,
See but I just dream of tomorrow, knowing it'll never come,

Tomorrow, tomorrow never comes,
What kind of fool do they take me for,
Tomorrow, a restin place for bums,
A trap set in the slums, but I know the score,

[Just Silver]

I really liked the word choice and word play

multis are definitely there only thing thats any problem is the chorus seems it wouldn't
flow to well to me idk

Overall 9.4/10

[Roma-7]

very nice bro !!
good stuff there
keep at it

[Fa-Q]

I really liked the word choice and word play

multis are definitely there only thing thats any problem is the chorus seems it wouldn't
flow to well to me idk

Overall 9.4/10

Thanks Silv and the chorus is a beat I wrote too...so I can't change it

[GoodGirlsGetGutted]

Good stuff as always.

Though I can't say I agree with the points you make in this particular piece, you make them well.

[Fa-Q]

Good stuff as always.

Though I can't say I agree with the points you make in this particular piece, you make them well.

Thanks, like what? The heaven and hell talk?

[gutawafang]

Ha. Ya like to talk about tomorrow. But it's a good concept actually.

Tomorrow, tomorrow never comes,
What kind of fool do they take me for,
Tomorrow, a restin place for bums,
A trap set in the slums, but I know the score,

Quite a good chorus man. But still can be improvised man.

the verses are naturally good, FaQ style.

[Fa-Q]

Ha. Ya like to talk about tomorrow. But it's a good concept actually.

Tomorrow, tomorrow never comes,
What kind of fool do they take me for,
Tomorrow, a restin place for bums,
A trap set in the slums, but I know the score,

Quite a good chorus man. But still can be improvised man.

the verses are naturally good, FaQ style.

Hey thanks a lot Fish, yea the chorus is predone on a beat I used from Shadowville...so...I can't change it

[gutawafang]

^ Word? Ha. I guess, it don't really matter. Focus on the verses.

[Fa-Q]

Yeppers...hey thanks a lot Fish

[Fa-Q]

Bump