TheMadWriter

Yeah... new school stand up..we're still on that takeover shit, we ain't stoppin. I'ma go somewhere else with this one, follow me ya'll..

Feelin faded, in my dreamworld I don't say shit/
Hibernatin in my seat I await this date sick/
Endin, thoughts are no longer condescendin/
You must be-wonderin 'how'd ya' I went to my nostalgia/
Back into a place where the land is crystalline/
Landscape is winterland and the coated under gleams/
Where your thoughts are all your dreams and your life is as it seems/
Happiness is all redeemed and your peeps are on your team/
Yeah, where the street is a two lane road/
And the state boundary is where the rude lames go/
Where the prude slang rose and confused gangs croak/
Not from strokes but the bruise of the bullet in their throat/
Where the 'magic' is then overidden by all the havoc/
Savage, luckily it's somethin I never had it/
Manifests itself in the lands of the ravaged/
The land that God had sowed is a ripped, torn fabric/
Either way, forget that, i'm in my own seclusion/
See a girl, hit that, never a delusion/
Never an intrusion not askin what you're doin/
Nobody had questioned you on why you were actin foolish/
It's cool shit, this land is a place where we love true shit/
Humor with each other and understanding Confucius...ness/
Don't know how to describe it, inscribed it/
Lingers in my mind fit with images aligned shift/
From one place to another, cousins seem like my brothers/
Chill no ill will we slap dap with each other, listen to rap and then we might snap to each cover/
From northern to deep southern subject matter leech lovers/
Gotta hate a gold digger, never hated each other.../
And while we were cool so was the outside/
So frigid and so cold you wouldn't know your mouth's dry/
Tinge and infringe with a touch on the skin/
Cold caress from a draft you can feel it from within/
The purity security this place is still allurin me/
Away from the hellhole into one of obscurity/
Walk down the sidewalk admire houses of beauty/
See some chicks chillin starin at blouses of groupies/
Continue up the sidewalk and to a hospital/
Reminisce on lifetimes realizin you lost little/
Then get home, unlock the door proceed to barge in/
You can push or you can kick it shut like a Spartan/
Get on the internet argue bout who's cock's largest/
Or somethin along those lines on some re-tard shit/
Then hit the playstation, the never too late station/
Too cold to play B ball so you gotta get to face rapin/
Headshots, dead shot bullets in the dreadlocks/
Talk shit through the mic cuz you just pulled best shot/
Same shit different day, realizin your loungin/
Wake up to reality, and look at your new house bitch...

Look at your new house bitch...

Remember why you had to go into exile, die another day for paradise until then it's your best mile...the furthest you've gone in your psyche, feeling of nostalgia still in your stomach and it's tightening...

And it's tightening....

It's all dream like...damn...

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Pillow

damn homie i give ya props for this one forreal, it flowed well the multies were decently executed an the story/imagery type shit was pretty good. i liked it alot forreal man nice shit

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