there was a man in a shadow, a hidden identity with a dark past, his life shadowed over darkness that could never be looked past, if you ask what his life has, its darkness with no laughs, in public a man you'd look right past, the type to run in a bank with a ski mask, unidentified with himself but foreshadows whats last, knowing his life runs short as all he has is a past, no light in the future so he just looks back, reminisce on mistakes glorified by innocents deaths, families full of dark tears, horrified with nothing left, he killed so many, just something you cant get off your chest, a dark man in a shadow, regret is something he takes to his deathbed, will he ask for forgiveness or fall to a darker place, where this shadow is one of many, burning in a crematory, its scary what even the darkest must face, but the shadow is that of a man without a face, so burning him in his place leaves the black shadow without a race, still feeling out of place, feels like he should be shot to outerspace, no one can identify with the unknown, a dark shadow that follows you home, seems so close, turn on a flashlight to find him at roam, if only you knew the shadows real existence, the darkness inside your soul, the truth that none are of pure innocence, look in your heart for that black hole, find the dark shadow and shine some light on what feels so cold
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Divide and conquer, for united we fall, a single individual with a rocket launcher could make an army look so small, a soldier, one of a troop, or a troop of his own, boulder on his back, weight on his shoulders, feelin in pain every day as he walks home, its the way i am, the way ive become, i killed a man in iraq, he was innocent, and he got shot cause of where he came from, that man had a family, two boys, and a wife, what did he do to deserve such a grueling punishment, his youngest found dad, the body was so chilly, it just wasnt right, yet i received awards from the government, i felt like i agreed with covenants, now i cry to sleep, hot headed, got to wash my hair with oven mitts, its so sad, it even burns to piss, so i put the toilet where the oven is, and i bet bush and obama is lovin it, so here on out i make my apology for mistakes i've made in the past, its how i am, but no one else will feel my wrath, as these very words are my last.
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it felt like ether, bullet rippin thru the skin but all i did was remember, look back at a life and how i coulda did better, neva stood my guard, just played with myself, felt like a little girl that was accepted by no one else, then i picked up jerkin, and was always out the house, found a new crowd, people i could boast about, it was all a fairytale felt so good, but then my girl got locked up and i was alone in the hood, who i thought were my friends really abandonned at the end, and now i sit alone in this world where i can no longer pretend, why am i alone why am i so cold, i ask myself, i get right up then blast myself, if no one cares and no ones there, then why should i even try to outlast myself, lifes about love and friends, not about money and trends, so while all these artificial individuals are really clones of their role models, i seek redemption of hurtin some of those very individuals by starin down empty vodka bottles, till i grow the courage to put the bullet through my skin, too scared to go to hell, for that i wont commit a sin.
its always gonna be white over black like dr phil fkin oprah from the back cuz crackers get it poppin n lockin, yall brothas just be name droppin
