D.O.I.'s Neologisms: Just feeling my way through again. Something's going down in California. A Sinkhole exists in Boston. I hate the beach. Friends don't exist when you need them the most. What's up with that? Why can't people live up to the messages they leave them for life? Yes, because their love is forbidden. I can't love you. They say I can't. Fuck what they say, though.
The ground beneath me shakes in denial
Ripping souls through bullet holes is not my style
My amorous appetite hasn’t filled up for a while
And my vocal cords, the emulation of a child
Will lay waste to this crooked road
Using weapons of truth that have been bestowed
Cracking under the debt and burden that I owe
My skin assimilates further as I lose my flow.
I’m forever predestined to keep on testing
They’re messing with my path and my body is stressing
Over their road that blares with sirens
To the penitentiary is where we’re firing
When I know damn well we’re so much higher than
This circle where we stay, I grow so tired
And each street-hopping lyric doesn’t get me inspired
Show me your knowledge or be engulfed by my ire!
You have to display where this love belongs
Or else locked in the radio playing the same song
Forget what you know, the dream has moved on
Even the rap mogul admits that he’s grown
Come find me again when responsibility is taken
And from these earthly chains we are shakin’
I’ll be raring from the stereotypes we’re brakin’
Daring to admit my freedom isn’t for the takin’
It’s golden with my name engraved
So from your destruction I emerge unscathed
I’m still mad as hell, but ready to fight back
Treading away from Sodom with my foot on a crack
Using a semblance of ingenuity with the force of a smack.
Sharing with you my dreams, but preparing to attack!
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