Belong'in to a mind state under oppression
I'm looked down upon, like a king does a peasant
God plays the background, i play the foreground
Oughta be the other way, that's what my mother say
Till i'm out like bulbs, i'ma shine in these darkened days
"Holy to a tee", that's why they call me a bum
I'm back like Jordan on the "play though", "ball me up some"
Tisk, tisk, does the fish wish for that deeper water?
My world is unbalanced like a one man teeter totter
All i'm say'in, is written in code for only the chosen
Now follow suit, or get bit and chopped like flesh frozen
Why am i so good, and these rappers make'in thousands is so shity
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 04-03-2008 at 10:31 PM.