Geno
02-06-2013, 09:05 PM
How you don't love gen though? I put it all out there for you man, all of it. My pain, my sorrow, things that the closest people to me don't even get to experience or know. I put my life on these threads, only hoping you can relate and appreciate my paths and the trails I left behind. So if you don't feel gen, you probably ain't been through shit then. Seriously though. But hey, only you can tell it..
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0VywV8g9AeU
So look..
I gave you readers my depth, my weaknesses -strengths
Feeble attempts, my shallowest posts are the deepest, intense
You ever sleep in a tent, on the streets, or a bench?
Or break in a house just to eat, then you left?
If you've been deep in a trench, cause people leave you for dead..
We share a common bond, and you and me should connect
I've caused the kind of problems only police can correct..
Because I had to steal to live, when all I needed was friends
There's different me's to express, so find one and relate
I've learned from my mistakes, the blind ones that we make
You try to forget -your mind doesn't embrace
So its stuck in the brain, like the loves and the hates
Fights back and forth, glass gauze, gloves and the tape
Ex girlfriends that once were your dates, dump you and skate
But you share a kid, so the seperation gets shoved in your face
Enough to drive you fucking insane, but you try to adapt
through the probable facts, anxieties, suicidal attacks
One side of its black, the other shade of its primed
And keeps on getting darker one day at a time
By makeup I'm blind, afro inside -Bi racial designs
While cosmetically the caucasion is dying
The tables divided, are you relating? You trying!?
Have you ever spent more than several days in confinement?
Shout to Strikta, I understand why he's basically hiding
I've been faced with some time, and a cell's for the birds
Only advice id provide, is turn yourself to the jurrors
I know the helplessness, nerves, and the feeling it brings
I ran for several weeks before I did my year in the bing
Its best to hear it from me, the stab of its hard
I've had it and scarred, but running away can be as bad as them bars
Have you people ever actually sparred, or fought for your life?
I've overdosed once, woke up in the hospital twice
Or we can talk about the stores I've robbed to suffice
Christ, did it just to go and cop another shot of my vice
You think gen's a piece of shit? Then your probably right
I got some problems tonight, I'm not a god or a saint dog
To many skeletons around, my fucking closets a grave yard
There's no possible way y'all ain't feeling me yet
Unless you've never done things that you really regret
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0VywV8g9AeU
So look..
I gave you readers my depth, my weaknesses -strengths
Feeble attempts, my shallowest posts are the deepest, intense
You ever sleep in a tent, on the streets, or a bench?
Or break in a house just to eat, then you left?
If you've been deep in a trench, cause people leave you for dead..
We share a common bond, and you and me should connect
I've caused the kind of problems only police can correct..
Because I had to steal to live, when all I needed was friends
There's different me's to express, so find one and relate
I've learned from my mistakes, the blind ones that we make
You try to forget -your mind doesn't embrace
So its stuck in the brain, like the loves and the hates
Fights back and forth, glass gauze, gloves and the tape
Ex girlfriends that once were your dates, dump you and skate
But you share a kid, so the seperation gets shoved in your face
Enough to drive you fucking insane, but you try to adapt
through the probable facts, anxieties, suicidal attacks
One side of its black, the other shade of its primed
And keeps on getting darker one day at a time
By makeup I'm blind, afro inside -Bi racial designs
While cosmetically the caucasion is dying
The tables divided, are you relating? You trying!?
Have you ever spent more than several days in confinement?
Shout to Strikta, I understand why he's basically hiding
I've been faced with some time, and a cell's for the birds
Only advice id provide, is turn yourself to the jurrors
I know the helplessness, nerves, and the feeling it brings
I ran for several weeks before I did my year in the bing
Its best to hear it from me, the stab of its hard
I've had it and scarred, but running away can be as bad as them bars
Have you people ever actually sparred, or fought for your life?
I've overdosed once, woke up in the hospital twice
Or we can talk about the stores I've robbed to suffice
Christ, did it just to go and cop another shot of my vice
You think gen's a piece of shit? Then your probably right
I got some problems tonight, I'm not a god or a saint dog
To many skeletons around, my fucking closets a grave yard
There's no possible way y'all ain't feeling me yet
Unless you've never done things that you really regret