Downloaded the “Only Built 4 Cuban Linx PT II”. One hell of a head banging piece of art. I don’t think I’m going to start reviews of music and film yet so here’s one from Poisonous Paragraphs. Read the last review.
Anyways, I’m glad that the videos finally started dropping on Youtube. See the video of Raekwon- Catalina (ft.Lyfe Jennings). Produced the maestro himself. Trust him, he’s a doctor
Thick as a knife broadside stab u feel
These ideas knock you over and make u keel
you stand up and wonder “Wow ! That’s the shit!”
But taking the next step is so unreal
The next step, put life into your dream
Make it real, channelling all you’ve sealed
So many thoughts bursting through the veal
A poisonous meal,
Your dreams are real but they are sublime
Cos you dont have the fuckin guts, it might malign
Or enhance your reputation as the one who fails
Who can’t talk through it cos’ he’s been afraid
A tragedy, that my life’s a farce
Like somebody’s else’s vision, but my throat is parched
My ideas are jewels, my kick, my fuel,
But I avoid setting up, too afraid to move
I’m a tool, maybe there’s something else
I wear like a vest to protect myself
An attitude so thick, I can barely breathe
My dreams choke holding like a python’s squeeze
A fear, a reluctance to walk the path
Unheard by the world’s indifferent wrath
I measure myself on my dreams those few
Shimmering in the night, but I’m too scared to
Grab it and hold it, let me just mold it
To be the mouth of the fable, be the man who told it
But I can’t think through, I just dont; do
what I’ supposed to do
My mind, like a Stanton needle, it just skips through
Like a broken turntable, it scratches through
Across the record, across tracks, just stops to play
A 180 sec song stops quarter of the way.
Distracted, empty-minded, the glass half full
Maybe. But that’s the not the drink i choose.
The tears run down a face of dispair
Tears blocked out by the clown’s smiling face
I raise a toast to those succeed
“They’re geniuses” but they that’s not why they’ve been
Down History. It’s cos I can’t cross the line
A little insecure but a lotta grime
No guts, no glory, I’m afraid to fight
That’s why this parody i call my life.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Stand by my grave , no tears, no blush
But I’m not dead. I stand with my broken bone
That doesn’t really matter cos the pain’s no more
A distraction, all it did is drive me blind
Like the fuel in my Viper, it just strives this mind
to think, to feel, I need no help,
This crutch, my pain, like an electric fence
It supports me, painfully, makes me stand again
I’ll never back down….u can never take me then
To your house of horrors that you call sympathy
Or Empathy, what’s the deal
Can never tell the difference, well, this is how I feel
You can take me down but you’ll never take me out
This is all my pain, this is what I’m all about
I’m gonna rise again with this head held high
Tell all you motherfuckers, I will never die
When my headstone’s up and then all will claim
Brilliant mind, changed the world and that’s my fame !
Shit hits the fan, there’s no avoiding it
The acid in my gut catalyzing it
So pissed off, I just wanna spit my verse
Before the venom destroys like a hateful curse
My soul, A pain so deep it mellows
A spell so strong, not a breeze a bellow
Wanna relax, just get off this stress
But this muthafucka world won’t let me get this off my chest
“Why you like this?” “Dont’ you care or what”
Bitch ! There is nothing that I can’t live without
Except you like a addict I cant bear to see
A life without you fuckin’ taunting me
A smile, a laugh, a shake of your head
Strut away leaving me to catch my breath
One day, someday, I’ll walk away
Into the death’s open arms and play it straight
Till then , until then I’ll live with it
Waiting to see what you fuckin’ break me with
Your tears, your stories or your delightful smile
Or your little fucked up brain and your crazy lies.
I’m sick with it, too ill to bear
A hungry heart, a little slow to care
Till this shit breaks off into my veins,
Like poisoned blood that exacerbates the pain
Till it kills me. Like a bullet to my head
Till I realize that I am so far dead
Gonna keep on movin’, cos I can see the prize
A breakaway of my resolve in your pitch black eyes
