Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Spiritual 15 minutes of fame
Headaches that encompass my head
Make me see the dead
And run away do I
To sit on a stump to finally cry
As spasms of pain
Keep me in disdain.
So, for the moment people see
Only a scared me.
“Are you okay, are you alright?
Have you gotten in a fight?”
I answer these questions with tears
And these peers
Just walk away shaking their heads.
The fiends will be dead
Before they see my plight
With the “near-dead” sight.
Understanding cannot be seen
By the eyes that sheen
In a sunny disposition,
While I decipher my prediction
Of pain and hurt.
But now I'm alert.
I can see who will strike first,
Who will arrive in a hearse,
Who's spirit will come to me
To check if they can still be seen.
May 27, 2004
Suge
*Another feeble attempt of mine to rhyme. Go ahead, laugh, I did.
Make me see the dead
And run away do I
To sit on a stump to finally cry
As spasms of pain
Keep me in disdain.
So, for the moment people see
Only a scared me.
“Are you okay, are you alright?
Have you gotten in a fight?”
I answer these questions with tears
And these peers
Just walk away shaking their heads.
The fiends will be dead
Before they see my plight
With the “near-dead” sight.
Understanding cannot be seen
By the eyes that sheen
In a sunny disposition,
While I decipher my prediction
Of pain and hurt.
But now I'm alert.
I can see who will strike first,
Who will arrive in a hearse,
Who's spirit will come to me
To check if they can still be seen.
May 27, 2004
Suge
*Another feeble attempt of mine to rhyme. Go ahead, laugh, I did.
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Spiritual 15 minutes of fame
Spiritual 15 minutes of fame