I
wish. . . I wish I could tell you how I feel, and just sometimes what I think,
because then we’ll truly be one.
It’s
never done,
Right from the start
All I feel is this gun; stomach weak I’m about to run,
This is it, that’s all you’ve had your fun, after this I promise,
I’ll be honest and never pull the suit of the notorious con artist
If I have to beg and sleep in a nearby forest, to this world pretend I’m a
novice
When I know more about life then ol’ baker Norris.
The wisest bloke on the block always goes straight home to avoid the chaos that
roams
He’s just never known, known an easy life to call his own, all his cash spend
on phones;
Long distant calls to Rome,
To call his first daughter who’s mother took off with a million dollar man and
built her second home while he’s far from home living alone,
If she could only hear his moan’s as cries late a night, wishing he’d done
what's right, right but wrong his morals to strong, give a dog a bone and
he’ll run give Norris a gun and he’ll call the guys in blue,
He just didn’t, ever never, will have a clue;
What if maybe he does, he has to many?
But he’s still cold alone at night watching waiting and counting each penny
Contemplating without an explanation why in life we are discriminated against,
building a 10 ft wall around our homes, and then call it defence;
Life just another expense,
Die from a heart attack at the age of thirty from the stress to tense
Now we all wear his shirt.
Blood stains; pain’s game every body hurts to much in this chaotic rush you
pass by as life, just another fake ass joke, like the joke of a man
Still without a wife, still building strife, this is not game this is his life
So watch where your throwing haters fire
This just another J-hype, My lyrical conspirtual type but you don’t wanna hear
it tho
I
wish I could tell you just how I feel; instead of falling into these indirect
spirals
Just why must I live in denial, constantly put these feelings to the jury’s
trial . . .
Why can’t I tell you my loves like the River Nile
Instead of drowning with nothing more then a soft howl
If I stretched my hand out to you; would your offer me a towel?
Or are you here with me; only floating higher, you need to know my feelings are
dire
I say I don’t believe in love don’t worry I’m the first to call myself a
liar
God only knows if Norris could walk higher; he’d stopped being so tired
So tired best believe he tried, he keeps trying every time falling and resulting
crawling
Sick of these boxes he’s hauling as he works his nine to five, just to get by,
desiring the high life but he’s stuck in living his low life
To worked up, surrounded in his field of strife; this is his life
Someone who told me English can’t rap; So now what do you make of this?
A
fuckin’ dance tap?
Maybe it’s just poetry, it’s in the way it flows you see
Tippa tap tap tap tippa dee
It must simply be just me
How dark can these hallways be
I don’t need to be free, living in this hallway, locked in the doorway
Dreaming of the freeway, driving after midnight on the one, two three
Hello It’s only me.
Only J’dy
Still
only me