If my dreams are just fading like memories,
then may my memories be nothing more then dreams.
May they be consumed by the twisting
twirls of the mind that has been
agonized by them for too long.

Life

This is the inevitable conclusion that came from a suppressable delusion.

Back in the day, chilling on the streets with ya friends, fuck about, and start runnin' for the police.
Then all of a sudden you get caught for being sought.
Now you're stuck in the cell, trying to break free from your shell, and hoping for some reasonable bail.
Thinking about what's been done, lingering for the taste of freedom.
Now your wish got fulfilled and you're back in your house, trying to evade the thrill and working it out with your spouse.

Cryin', contemplating the past, tying, for affiliates that last, lyin', to the rats that pass.
See through the eyes which been through the lies, come and live up to the advice of the wise.

Now your homies come with a plan of action, and you know you can't let them down, son.
You wonder why you can't resist the tempation, and why you would never hesitate to bang along.
Now you're playing with the fire again, going to put your desire upon them.
You and your homies are all roughed up, waiting for some sucker to stick up, hoping for some dough to pick up.

Cryin', contemplating the past, tying, for affiliates that last, lyin', to the rats that pass.
See through the eyes which been through the lies, come and live up to the advice of the wise.

You see some weak punk walking around. You and yo men sneak up and ask what's he about.
Within a second you pull your knife, and in the struggle you end up taking his life, immediatly, thoughts cross your mind of your wife and of the freedom you strife.
Now you got fucked up, blue came and you got locked up.
You slipped up with the stick-up and now you have to back up.
You got years to serve, no more chilling on the curve.
This is the real shit people get dealt with.

Cryin', contemplating the past, tying, for affiliates that last, lyin', to the rats that pass.
See through the eyes which been through the lies, come and live up to the advice of the wise.

close your eyes, and open your third.
see the world for what it is without influence,
and try to see as i.

This is the point where i say it's enough, you're a phoney, a bluff.
I can see through your act thats all though, since your play is still a bit rough.
It's your explicit interest you came to test that recoiled back into your comatic rest.
It's the shit you spit that shows you're weak, improving the illmatic wit i speak.
Saw you walking down the street, your rhymes imply you're elite, but the reality showed you ain't nothing but a bitch.
Now you came to test the game, trying to make yourself a name, can't you see its your family name you ashame?
This is not the place for you to shine, you're just turning your dollar into a dime.
You came at me with your rhyme, acting all high but we know you're lying.
you acted like you were down with the street, but just smoking some weed doesnt make you a convict.
I even tried some on your bitch, she even proved to be a snitch, she begged me to please her, since you couldnt even tease her, called her off, maybe i got soft, but such a bitch doesn't get my dick aloft.
You went on at how you were jail connected, throughout respected for the things you went at.
But kid, you're just a streetsoldier, you ain't in my leagua, it's overestimation that holds ya.
I got into my physical form from the day i got lyrically born, did you just really think you wouldn't get torn?
Now i see you down on your knees, screaming out your terrible pleas, nobody will hear you, bitch please!
Now i dare you coming back at me, with that sorry way you came to be.
Come and face your execution, you know it's your only solution.
you got smacked to the floor, now go bitch, walk out that door.

Titelloos

I'd rather see you incinerate in hell, then to bid you a fair farewell.
You'll feel the pain of being stuck in a cell, you'll be rotten in my selfmade shell.
You can't comprehend my hate, the raging state i'm in as of late.
No friend no mate, clock is ticking, we can't wait, oh no, no longer, for this feeling's getting stronger.
Feeling the heath of the fury in my veins, it'll lure you into my range, to experience the pain of my reign, Click clack blow, there is no stopping now.
The night is filled with tears, you will face your fears, nobody near to hear your plea.
I can see you're trying to flee, try to reach for what is near.
Knocking you down the floor, body's getting sore, infinite pain to explore.
Figuring explicit interest, plunging you into lucid rest, this is your truest test.
you be facing the best, no chance you stand as last.
I'll prove to be superior, feel the terror of tearing you, no, i won't be sparing you.
You'll be my test subject, you can't object, you're trapped, it's a fact, nowhere to run, you will be outdone.
You thought you won, but i end on top, i won't stop, i can't, this is no strife rant, this is the end of your lifespan. Go and run than, check how far the legs can.
The dominant, it's you i want, sickly persistant, check the last victim.
Tried escaping the clutches, tried mingling with bunches, fate brought him back to my state, to my hands, into his stance, through his dance, in coma he went.
Never woke up, got choked up, pillow over his mouth, no resistance i found.
See, your future isn't bright, no savior in sight, sick of your plight, yet this feels right.
This is what you deserve, attacked from the curve, to steal the dignity you learned with the idiocracy you earned.
Now this is your demise, you rat i despise, this is how i rise when i'm cold as ice.
Feel your end drawing near, you can't flee anywhere, i'll be waiting here, might be rude to stare, since you feel my glare, i'm aware is fury i wear, but i'll see you go there, down into the abyss you fear.