Steppin back on the sickness

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Oct 15, 2002
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Sorry, been away for a minute, had to elevate my style by pissing people off on other sites, but now it's time to return to this forum, the place where I first gave birth to my lyrics...this is a simple introduction....kind of deep, not really sick, but theres more than enough to come......

The aftermath of walkin, the unwalked path.../
from the baby bottle, to carrying nickle plated straps.../
to watchin my own back, to being on both sides of the tracks.../
been to heaven and hell, on these streets I dwell.../
seen closed caskets, the reaction, of empty shells.../
will the struggle end, maybe if u drop a quarter in a wishing well../
I've seen enough bloodshed, to last a thousand years.../
I've shed enough tears, to fill the biggest pier.../
I've traveled a thousand miles, even though regardless.../
I've seen a world in denial, trapped in a blind box of darkness.../
a land full of heartlessness, left disgusted with the evidence.../
a nation full of broken hopes, and endless retardedness.../
choppin countless tree's down, dead to the ground.../
is it too soon to tell, if a falling tree makes a sound.../
once another fell, obviously there wasn't another soul around.../
cause the route of all evil, blinds us all.../
just when we see the light, sure enough another falls.../
we seem to have lost our way, floatin in our own vinailla sky.../
so much curruption, we can pay an honest man to lie.../
refraction of bodly functions, with mind bending introductions.../
broken adjatives, fallowed by unraveling disscusions.../
unheard words, concluded by your own distruction.../
we can only pray, only left with hopes of reconstruction.../
the repeating sequel, of our fatal production.../
playing god, but is it wise to create this disruption.../
easily friends and family, turn into wanna be's and enemy's.../
too often thugs in harmony, become thugs in poverty.../
you can't blame me, we're just backed by a relentless army.../
children with lost prairs, influnced by blank stares.../
but what do you expect, from men who really don't care.../
with pointless dares, and too many responsibilites to bare.../
this is my life, and in god I ask is this life really fare.../