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Words Im Sometimes Proud Off

Intro

Words kick the beating heart, from left to the right, so, when you begin life, just ask yourself

some quick little questions, do I want to continue to live, or is it easier to initiate death upon yourbreath than try to live/lets go

Verse 1

As the nights go by, my love goes on the fly bye/

Words never spoken, just rhythm provoking/

Engaged in the communication from the waves of the glory/Proven track record, re-recording to the sound of the story/

Purity divine, like words of love never dying/

Its electricity that flows through my body/ like grease/

Its a painless, beef, thats been re-charged back into the game of flees/I have given up on life, but continue to strive/

No matter if the flute plays in the background, I am still dominating/This illusion is coming from over my cold bitter heart/

Its a black, desire that sparks/

Lungs are tired, just like eyes are tearing up my insides/

Its the exploration of my own soul, thats giving me a green light to continue the journey/Drums beating in my ears, like a base of an acoustic guitar, that puts me to sleep in nonexistent

mercy/

Enchant the mind, like a physical connection, when I make love to my ideal wife/Words are still daggering the pleasure, that binds and breaks the love//

Deep rooted below my waist line, my words are speaking the truth/I suppose its the foundation of the Gods name I have re-released/When you spoke his name, did you speak it in vain/

I suppose at that moment when life didnt go well, I spoke it in vain/

But that does not mean, what I said is what I meant/People talk, Im still a young man/

I can still take shit back, and then get on my knees and hold my head/

In my lap and pray to the almighty one and beg to forgive me/

I havent taken the necessary steps, in order to improve/I just know that as time goes on/

And my mind ages, my mind will become something of a treasure/

Every connection I make in younger life, I will retreat back/And continue to educate and inspire the young/

Firstly, because they dont know when the problems really a cure//

Its a painless knife and its deep aimed in your throat/So, young kids take a seat, and just breathe, close your eyes, and just believe/

You can do anything your mind desires to do, I came from poverty and still continue to write/

Words that matter to me, might not matter to the person next to me, but that doesnt mean I will

stop/

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I will continue sharing my words, to people who need it most/

As words are communication tool, that sparks the idea/

That will enhance a kid, to be who he wants to be/Because honestly/ life is too short for mistakes as you can see/

Let, this beat take you way back into the golden days/

When you were chilling with your boys and playing games/But do not forget that what I got to say is fact/

Cuz truth be, pain is suffering and we all can learn from ones anothers pain/

So just retrace the steps back, and remind yourself, that you aint going back again/

Chorus

Life to short for all that fun/

Just sip on some wine and just retrace the steps back/

Cuz it gets easier as you go on/

Verse 2

Never did I question, my thoughts of pain/When I was standing there in front of my mirror in pain/

Pleasure is not what was brought upon my silent moments/Just stabbing wounds, of soldiers wounds/

It was not easy for me to pretend I did not care/

Cuz honestly, life is too easy when your mind is not there/

So, much shit goes in your mind, that you cannot continue to think/You just want to close your eyes, and just look back at all them times/

When someone cared for you in a way that you loved them back/

Words, spoke to much to me, in fact its like words are my own therapy/That never existed until I re-released it from my heart/

Then people, held their minds, and said oh my gosh/

He can write, I am feelings his pain/I am engaging in his thoughts/

Just like when 2pac wrote them poems/

Did anyone question his words/Not until he was dead, by a bullet that hit his heart/

Did people realize he was too young to go/ and that his words were real/

Words, is a communicating tool, that miss or kiss that fire that burned/

All along, without the words, we will burn/Never say, I didnt tell you so/

Life is becoming even more difficult/

People becoming more ignorant/And all I do, is sit and observe/

Never wanting to break the mold/

Maybe when I die, it will be my time to shine//Maybe I will be re-recorded and played multiple times/

Or just maybe, it will be too late, because my words will die within my mind/

Who knows, all I know/ is that I got an itch, that keeps telling me to re-release/

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