Dusty Crates - A Crying Soul
The rain is pourin, the night is cold
Somebody should water this.. dying rose
Dreams is another way of livin I suppose
Cause I can only feel joy when my eyes are closed
So I should just tie a rope around my neck
Flip the chair and just dissapear...
But it's not my time to go so I'm sittin here
So high on coke I can't even smile or joke
A crying soul without drippin tears
Just lines of blow, spliffs and beers
So I light and smoke as time slips away
Then I write a poem that rhyme and flow
About crime and dope - the life we chose
But the truth is, that's just lies we're told
I don' try no more/ what's the purpose?
When you search n, never find no hope?
Everyday is a gamble the dice is rolled
as if a heist goes wrong on the final score
and instead of ice and dough a trial in court
plus suicidal thoughts in a mind that's lost
I can't seem to be free from demons and omens
so I should just take my life in the heat of the moment
Reach for the chrome and put the peice to my dome
Pull the trigger back and let the nina explode
It would be a relief to be gone, leave from it all
but shit I'm bigger than that I need to go on
turn the weakness to sumthin that's keepin me strong
so I have the gat that I pack released from my palm
Let's just see how it's goin if I seek for my goal
Even if it's bein this hard it's not a reason to fall
Word.. life.. I swear to my mother
Peep the raps is spit are you hearin a brother?
Life is real!