Lasith (lasith) wrote,

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The Days if Sunshine Signs

I remember when your light gleamed to wake me those childish days
When my eyes glanced your signs, dear Sunshine
Quickly my feet sprang to the door, urgent steps, urgent to play
When my eyes glanced your signs, dear Sunshine
You were my constant companion, my strength, my joy
Twinkling, blinding, laughing, each other's faithful toy
Days of Sunshine signs, still shine so bright
From childish days gone by into life's twilight

"You Will See"

That is the most important thing He said to me: "You will see"
For I loved the man, who was slipping away from Me
Questions lingered, queries unheard...everlast
I wished I had more time to share, to care, and His pain to bear
At times we quarreled, at sadder times only silence was there
Desperate too late to love, to love him free
But when the light was dimming in his eyes his voice ringed
"Son you will see joy, love sadness, you will see
You will see days of happiness, hope and tears, without me
But I am not gone, dear one, My heart is with thee, I'm in thee
"You Will See"

Death's Door

No fear of Lucifer, knocking like I do at Death's door
My anger's full blown, cuz I care only bout my own damn plight
Motherfucking pricks don't see I'm burning at the core
Cuz I'm knocking from Hades, Hell's fire already got my eyes alight
Bitches I'm coming strong with wrath to spill your blood
Cuz Death don't faze me, I like knocking on Death's door
Hate's my only emotion, this gun's my key, to finish this fucking war
Cuz it's been a crazy life of hell, too much death knocking til I'm sore
Got no one but my own ass and this nine, the key to Death's door

Yeah, welcome to Amityville

Detroit, nigga!

The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!

[Chorus - Eminem]
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Swifty McVay]
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you
young, strapped, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my TONGUE YAYO, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains


The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic


[Kon Artis]
You know the sound when I'm spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo' pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they're mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for static's the motto
spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado


This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking
it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA!


Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up

Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Fuck around with us, you're good as're good as popped.
Tags: poetry, rap?

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