Soarse Spoken - Life lyrics

[Uh, life, first one] It's my life my life I've decide Thinking about a system I designed Listen to the rythm, fly this life Peep it, cus this is suthing you could indulge in While still keeping your deepest secrets But just creeping to feed the beef It sleeps what it's laid from The same sun, the same son of a gun The last point to spit but the days gone Rebels now, ready or fly feeling for the green A pedal shot whenever the ghettos hot I rocks life While leading pandora to my box Walking on spit, turning water to Why not's no answer to fly with them So my verse stands with the b-romance to the my ism Banging 'em my rythm, find your stride Bump the track, then rewind it To remind you why life isn't by your side Pick a rose for your woes and that queen you once lost Who didn't mind you lies punk and it's time to ride, uh Life! Life! Life! Life! [Yeah, like this yo, yo] I digress Words writen in alcoholism By a man Well that is my ties Best to alchemist in the guest poolhouse With less stress but Walk without doubt for my best chess Move now How long will the game last? Same aff short But when your god based your entire existence as same as Stomach wrench Sit with an open jar I'm tronned, trying to numb the pain Razor cut from my broken heart Art immitates life after life Immitates art limitless Living great future looks dark Initates barf when your next check can't cut it Damn it! Trying to keep your seeds dry in a damn budget Hate it or love it Or leaving it lying around Daytime surviving now the evening's arriving I'm out As my eyes close fluid filthy inside of my iris Dust must waiting to spill images inside of my eyelids Life! Life! Life! Life! [Yeah, it's like this] It's what- this is about love and hate Tears in a heartwrenched poem Speaking a broken faith Life and d**h God's speed on your travel Your destiny's dealt with pain for you to speak on your perils Then your enemies fell And you will conquer fear With every shell of your former heavenly self So pay homage I did I give my soul to holding the cold december rain hostage With sick-of-it spark formed And a bottle of booze To justify my dedication to this inconsidorate artform Let my pen scheme Ten years of hard work and no sleep Towards building my white picketfence dream But d**h couldn't restrain it's thirst I've lived what boheamias greatest couldn't explain in words Lifes fashions and amazements Thank you for giving me the inspiration Through pa**ion and patience, life