Confessions-2

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Yo these are my confessions

nothing but cold music

Here I go

Find a room and lock yourself in and close the door

These are the concepts that help so you gota explore

Trust is like birds as soon as it flies it hurts

But I guess nothing’s forever, not even the damn words

Anyone can make you sweat but this can keep you wet

I’ ma make sure that you can hold your breath

Try not to worry about the things cause I can take the blame

All I would need is your trust to stick like a shadow for my pain

Things I trusted were like the words I depended on

I was only trying harder but somehow things ended wrong

Trying to erase me from your memory? 2 late I’m engraved in history

So remember the name cause when you’ll think, you’ll miss me

Shit was grey and it still is but I have learned my lessons

Everything happens for a reason so these are my confessions

I never said none to hurt you, more than a friend I put nothing above you

I could be more than a shoulder you can lean on when you feel hurt too

And it hurts me every time I see them do it

When you’re in the box still living when they boo it

If I sit to spit another chapter in the cage

The man inside would be laughing reading my every page

Guess his the confessor not made for my stage

Cause I be dumping pumps with pain and rage

They say haze is a shock, if you’re in a cage then it will open up your locks

They say that Jesus walks, I’m just trying to feel how Jesus talks

If you cut yours too, you’ll see your rush take a knock

I’m just trying to feel it before the ooze, before I hock

A lot of old chromes hope that I’m breathless

Shit is deep, even 6 feet under I be restless

It hurts me every time I see my ghost hurt you

Thinking about these things makes me rhyme with dark hue

I go to sleep and my soul still cries

Dreams about the lows and déjà vu, before it dies

Why you think I’m so high? I’m dead but life thinks that I’ll die

I can be changed in a blink of an eye but this is a truth attached to a lie

Yeh nigga

Told you it was cold

Deep

Meditate your mind with it

Confessions

Nothing but straight

No lies nigga

Still Cold

R double E N

2000 and 10

OLD POST

Find a room and lock yourself in and close the door

These are the concepts that help so you gota explore

Trust is like birds as soon as it flies it hurts

But I guess nothing’s forever, not even the damn words

It’s another rhyme to add up from the raptor

Guess it an’t gonna be the last so it’s just another chapter

Can I just breathe it or take it up just to leave it

Ya can’t really feel it; it’s uncovered for the pain to seal it

Anyone can make you sweat but this can keep you wet

I’ ma make sure that you can hold your breath

Try not to worry about the things cause I can take the blame

All I would need is your trust to stick like a shadow for my pain

I’m still hard with my roots that no storm can ever shake

I still got my old hammer that enemies can never take

I’m still the mongoose if someone’s a snake

It’s still deep like the oceans if you think it’s the lake

Things I trusted were like the words I depended on

I was only trying harder but somehow things ended wrong

Trying to erase me from your memory? 2 late I’m engraved in history

So remember the name cause when you’ll think, you’ll miss me

You can’t move a mile a minute, you got one life so just try to live it

If you have something you wanna keep then first learn to give it

Shit was grey and it still is but I have learned my lessons

Everything happens for a reason so these are my confessions

It was me who shot your block last night while nigga’s were on rest

Now I got shit in my chest getting heavy so I must confess

It’s the time to get back with no need to drown in sorrow

Live life cause we are here and it’s today so just f*** tomorrow

Expect no sympathy from me cause I’m just me

My heart is frozen and it don’t even beat

This is what I’m supposed to be, cold as a G

So these are just my rhymes if you expect an apology

I never said none to hurt you, more than a friend I put nothing above you

I could be more than a shoulder you can lean on when you feel hurt too

And it hurts me every time I see them do it

When you’re in the box still living when they boo it

If I sit to spit another chapter in the cage

The man inside would be laughing, reading my every page

Guess his the confessor not made for my stage

Cause I be dumping pumps from the pain and rage

They say haze is a shock, if you’re in a cage then it will open up your locks

They say that Jesus walks, I’m just trying to feel how Jesus talks

If you cut yours too, you’ll see your rush take a knock

I’m just trying to feel it before the ooze, before I hock

How many bricks can I score in a week?

I know my sins so to lord I reach

He say what is the word that is more deeper than your essence

My blood is hot but my heart is colder than my presence

A lot of old chromes hope that I’m breathless

Shit is deep, even 6 feet under I be restless

It hurts me every time I see my ghost hurt you

Thinking about these things makes me rhyme with dark hue

I might be a winner but I’m born a sinner

I don’t hope for the breakfast if I’m not done with my dinner

If you’re trying to read my book, go to the last page

Ya hugging me funny, if you’re trying then do it like it’s my last days

I go to sleep and my soul still cries

Dreams about the lows and déjà vu, before it dies

Why you think I’m so high? I’m dead but life thinks that I’ll die

I can be changed in a blink of an eye but this is a truth attached to a lie

Havoc Flute

[Verse 1]
His whole life has been a sacrifice
So if u want help, no need to ask him twice
It’s all about pain.......what about it?
It’s in his veins like his vows and none can doubt it
It an’t physical and it’s his favourite drug
When he get high, he an’t easy to buck
This got my head over heals
Mind shakes and this shit gives me chills
This is my favourite drug 2, the shit so serious
An’t nothing deeper than this, shit is mysterious

When he's in the zone, an’t nothing can bring him down
If he spits fire, homey he can burn the whole town
Mind is a devil's playground and I’m the phantom
I an’t the saint so don’t trust me, I’m close to Satan
It’s the time to learn the art of the war
So I ma ask you, is ur end still some far?
This is me with the tunes of the havoc flute
So forgive me if this sounds a little rude

His the boss of bosses but he don’t give out the orders
There are shooters in hood but he an’t got no borders
He an’t gonna drop a tear if he couldn’t finish another year
His hard thug with no fear and he bangs with crystals, stuff is clear
His confused and high just to flip the ashes
Time an’t for everybody so he hoops with the street bashes
They say patience is the verge of the game
F*** patience cause he an’t selling his name
So don’t ask me who the thug and where he at
His right here, Just show him where the love is at


[verse 2]
He sell drugs and it don’t mean that he don’t know the meaning of love
It an’t the end of it cause he an’t god, his just blessed by the forces from the light above
So don’t judge him cause he got a hard love and his a hard thug
So if you an’t there then leave him alone and let the lord judge
He got his angles switching and he don’t want his seeds missing
But he knows that his gota go and the end is near so he an’t hissing

Few people are true to him and rest are still suing him
Like he gives a f*** even if the devils are ruining him
The walls keep closing in and the blades are dirking in
None left to make him speak and yes he been hurting in
Somebody loves him and loves you too
Some god above him is the same god above you

It’s based on lighting a blunt like I made a couple ends and lost a couple friends
So you can never judge the pain cause the struggle never ends
Here is a little story about some shit that don’t stop
Somebody popping chrome and don’t want me to pop
I’m like eighties time dark like the time before the sun shine
That was then and this is now, an’t nobody dropping by the drop of a dime
My aim is to get u open to think about the blood drops spilled
If you still wanna go and pop it, just think how many more be killed

Things stay fine when the mind stays blind
But when the rain comes that’s when the pain comes
Two wrongs don’t make us fit but we equal though
Hearts a reaper a mo but the mind is even deeper ya know
Lungs collapsed and all burned by hemp
But this is life and we make it by the years of temp
I thought the strings were loose but they just got tight
And I thought I was blind but I just got my sight


[Verse 3]
Time flies and shit can’t be done to get an hour back
All I need is a f****** minute to make ya believe that my heart is black
I an’t no p**** so don’t think you can beat me down
Ya wanna war? Hit me with a hammer to dump my body where it can’t be found

Ya can’t really kill me faggot, I’m already dead
So u can shout my f****** name, no one really gives a head
Light would still shine even if I’m 6 feet under
Hell you can scream on my coffin like I give a f*** to wonder

I never wrote a line that belonged to my internal man
So this is for you homey, dead list just got another fan
Guess you're gone but your spirit is still hard
Keeping me alive for all the times I was not
The nigga goes home to find some rest in his sheets
But his homeys shouting and waiting “this nigga should rest in peace”
Guess he don’t belong here, the hood is wild now
Good get bad now, cops are in and the cases won’t be filed now

His hammer is still loaded but its hidden, buried in some graveyard
Guess he knows he gonna die and he gota carry his grey heart
My goose pumps are really numb so I can’t feel what ya really need
You know it’s really pain and it got me high even without the damn weed

They gota kill me if they think they wanna harm you
Bury my physical and leave no air with their lams flu
I’m a grown man; I got my life in my own hands
I know the snakes and I know where it all stands

Purple Rain

Lyrics

yo shit is sharp..
Coop is still black
stun...
open your fucking ears..... I’m spittin some dope shit here nigga
Here I go niggaz
here i go
I’m like death, a dream for the dead
But these fools in my head, cursing my shit
Some in em fall, some in em rise
Too much wrong, I guess it’s life
I’m weak for my enemies, I play fife
I don’t bleed when I cut but I’ll be slained with a knife
Fire in the hydro, feels cold but its fire though
Hope for a dream? Dream shud a rise though
Ice is the fountain, the tears don’t lie though
It hardly burns if u weep, soul shud a cry though
Somethin inside hurts nd hurts slow
All this world outside is cold nd it feels low
You wouldn’t understand my pain, it’s deep
Sorta like haze, this shit is unique
my poetry is deep with a double meaning in every verse
one would just bleed and the other would just curse
you wouldn’t understand, it’s hard to explain
it just explodes on em I care, just to blame
when it’ll rain, it’ll pour
my mind gave u chills but my heart gave u more
I just burned my whole world to be sour
And thought about the ashes and my score
yeh, My pen is swinging and my mind is doped
My lines are picky and I’m high like some had hoped
I’m deep in the zone, spiritually out of this world
So if I rip my heart out then focus on my every word
I ma spark fire and light on a heavy Dutch
So when I get high, I ma still hold on my chrome’s clutch
There is no end to war and no place that is named such
So when I take it there, I ma give my poetry ‘Angelo’s touch
My whole generation is brain washed
Singing only mash-ups like the pains bashed
Some living in need of the white lines
Some been doped so they think they got the right rhymes
I was 16 when I was reaping like a cloud
This is me just 20 and I am still picky and in doubt
I been sued, I paid my dues in debt
I have survived the storm and it’s my destiny to rep
Its real fucked up with the same shit rock
Somebody’s still dying and some still hocking hearts with a folk
I don’t give a fuck if your soul is dead
I ma still shoot you between your heart and your head
Some till struggle in my life goddamn struggle type
Still living this shit like the rubbles in some wild nights
I an’t trying to gain you cause you’re in the game too
This is my pain coming out for my homeys to pray thru
I’m bad as the Arab bomb and I’m gifted with this curse
So I can never change cause I love living in the worse
I’m ripping every rhyme even when it’s about its fuss
Ya want a story then properly go thru my next verse
I’m deep like the spirits; I’m a ghost with a sound
Shit, I an’t goin down, I’m bad but rare to be found
This shit is deep if you meditate; your body would shiver the more you gravitate
Sorta like the fumes if u venerate, flying high by the lams if you levitate
Sorta like the arms if you wanna bring, watch em murder while you wanna think
Like the wind blows, the clouds thunder in your eyes and ya won’t blink
Sorta like, if your ice is ice then your liquor won't drink
Like the depth be deep to make the oceans sink
Time an’t for everybody but sun still shines
Rhyme my shit but you can never decode my lines
I talk stupid but god let me in
He knows me so I ma blow blunt and rhyme with a sin
Tell them caged ass nigga’s to put my name in the bible
God send me but now the devils gota look for my arrival
And little angels keep me hard and strong
But there an’t nobody left to judge me when I’m wrong
Some think I am giving up on my slugs
I ma still bleed and struggle for all my thugs
See how I bust with my every verse, feel how I bring it from the dirt
You can never get to know my soul, I am hell in this earth
I feel the wind talks to me, it’s weird but the ghosts wanna walk with me
But some people still talk to me, I know their secrets and they’ll go locked with me
If I’ll die, believe that I had seen a real dream
This is heaven so my last walk is gonna be with a real being
Sun an’t cold and freeze an’t hot
Life an’t still, time is fast like a Chrome shot
Don’t talk about school, I an’t got no rules
My god is different than yours, ya only follow fools
I feel like I’m the curse of the game
Sorta like the worst storm barking for change
Sorta like the deepest cut and still no pain
Sorta like the darkest cloud, I’m the purple rain
Yeh R double E N, 2000 and 10

OLD POST

[Verse 1]
My pen is swinging and my mind is doped
My lines are picky and I’m high like some had hoped
I’m deep in the zone, spiritually out of this world
So if I rip my heart out then focus on my every word

I ma spark fire and light on a heavy Dutch
So when I get high, I ma still hold on my chrome’s clutch
There is no end to war and no place that is named as such
So when I take it there, I ma give my poetry ‘Angelo’s touch’

My whole generation is brain washed
Singing only mash-ups like the pains bashed
Some living in need of the white lines
Some been doped so they think they got the right rhymes

[Verse 2]
This is for my people back home who are fighting for the worst
Like a man stuck in front of the chrome and his fighting for thirst
This is for my loonies and poor who live in a world so sour
Like the world is so different and shit can’t be explained cause shit is so dour

This is for little kids who live in some naked streets
Like love is so different, they don’t depend on some fleets
This is for all the mothers who build soldiers to connect brothers
Like I look up to mine and his the only reason for all my rudders

This is based on darkness only hiding by some light that pretends
It’s like killing them cause they keep killing back and the fight never ends
It’s based on lighting the blunt, blowing the guns and passing the time
I have lost friends and brothers but it’s this moment that’s mine


[Verse 3]
People are too afraid of criticism but I put myself in the sacrificial position
This is a tense rustle, like in life we tussle, like a hard day’s work and ya still have to hustle
Sometimes it’s hard to find the words and other times it’s just so hard to live in this world
And malice is hard nigga and I ma spell ‘Raw’ backwards and that’s my word

I was 16 when I was reaping like a cloud
This is me just 20 and I am still picky and in doubt
I been sued, I paid my dues even in debt
I have survived the storm and it’s my destiny to rep
Its real f***** up with the same shit rock
Somebody’s still dying and some still hocking hearts with a folk
I don’t give a f*** if your soul is dead
I ma still shoot you between your heart and your head

Still struggle in my life goddamn struggle type
Still living this shit like the rubbles in some wild nights
I an’t trying to gain you cause you’re in the game too
This is my pain coming out for my homeys to pray thru

I’m bad as the Arab bomb and I’m gifted with this curse
So I can never change cause I love living in the worse
I’m ripping every rhyme even when it’s about its fuss
Ya want a story then properly go thru my next verse

[Verse 4]
I’m deep like the spirits; I’m a ghost with a sound
Shit, I an’t goin down, I’m bad but rare to be found
This shit is deep if you meditate; your body would shiver the more you gravitate
Sorta like the fumes if u venerate, flying high by the lams if you levitate
Sorta like the arms if you wanna bring, watch em murder while you wanna think
Like the wind blows, the clouds thunder in your eyes and ya won’t blink
Sorta like, if your ice is ice then your liquor won't drink
Like the depth be deep to make the oceans sink

Time an’t for everybody but sun still shines
Rhyme my shit but ya can never decode my lines
I talk stupid but god let me in
He knows me so I ma blow blunt and rhyme with a sin

Tell them caged ass nigga’s to put my name in the bible
God send me but now the devils gota look for my arrival
And little angels keep me hard and strong
But there an’t nobody left to judge me when I’m wrong

Some think I am giving up on my slugs
I ma still bleed and struggle for all my thugs
See how I bust with my every verse, feel how I bring it from the dirt
You can never get to know my soul, I am hell in this earth

I feel the wind talks to me, it’s weird but the ghosts wanna walk with me
But some people still talk to me, I know their secrets and they’ll go locked with me
If I’ll die, believe that I had seen a real dream
This is heaven so my last walk is gonna be with a real being

Sun an’t cold and freeze an’t hot
Life an’t still, time is fast like a Chrome shot
Don’t talk about school, I an’t got no rules
My god is different than yours, ya only follow fools

I feel like I’m the curse of the game
Sorta like the worst storm barking for change
Sorta like the deepest cut and still no pain
Sorta like the darkest cloud, I’m the purple rain