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lettin go as tha winds blow me away..

TruTribalDru

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Maybe it wasnt what i dreamt it to be,
go figure my nigga in 7 dayz be leavin me.
so how can i question a conquest for love,
how do i rate this fate that is believed to be from above..
lettin go, of a fate i thought was for me to know,
guess im just dust in tha wind, so let tha wind blow.
calibratin this heart felt blow from the Heaven's,
unrepairable and undeniable to pain i am stressin.
got nothin but the evil's of the world starin at me in my rear view,
screamin to God for my fate cuz i saw someone elses come true.
as it left me in tha dirt road i call home, i pull up my collar..
off to find the next stop, time to find today's dollar.
i dont believe in wishes, i dont believe in you.
you shattered all the dreams you built in front of me to be true.
and now the shadows laugh, tellin me to hang from tha tree.
how strong can i be, this crashed faith is killin me.
can i scream can i dream. is this anotha scheme?
maybe theres a theme..like lost inside yo eyez.
believed and got misplaced among toys without a face.
oh this riddled bafflement must give you a bad taste.
so lets get real as on this knee i kneel,
broadening a horizon for words you can feel.
Animal toothed amosity starin at the skys secrets,
maybe now you know the realness of the fruit.
now can you see the answer, or did it look fake?
to bad its surealism is what you called fate on a later date.
fooled by a fool? not even close.
the eclipsin moon is still pissed off-
you left me alone to dance with the ghost.
so as the lunar raindrops cleanse only me,
i can only dream what it would of meant,
if the angel for me would of been there -
str8 heavenly sent.
yea right too late to repent,
get in line unless you think the freedom of green is your rhyme,
cuz i know the truth that in time shows no ruth..,
of a fluctuatin adoration between a cat and a buttafly
oh what kind of poetic justice is this inside my mind?
look into the deep of an old oak tree,
find exactly what im tryin to make you see.
that you can think whateva and live how ya wanna,
but the undaground owns ya now and foreva.
lost at tha cost of a masked normality,
when really the pink ribbon yields an abnormality.
that tribalistik karma is settin off alarms,
inside the mind of the one you wished-
would hold you in his arms.
so if your dumped back on this beatin path,
of a fateful wrath of distruction,
i be waitin where ya left me,
where tha lava hardened after the eruption.
waitin to restart the dream i had to keep givin a jumpstart,
just like a target on my chest, i got tha deep dart.
but not as bad as the next blind man,
the one that puts precious metals on your hand,
hell, maybe the rest of your entire life will be flawless and grand.
and i am the only one cursed to live another day sinkin in this pink quicksand.
better to leave than be left,.........
so if i stay anotha day, can i count on you to come back for me?
or am i in tha past, on the list writtin last,
even though scard, i survived the blast...*

so yea for those who remeba me, im back again,
on the pages of bluelight,where writin all my pain began..
-tribalhybridz-
 
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