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01-24-2013, 10:11 PM
posted on 01-07-2005
Jae Gutta
J. Arthur was a victim of a broken home
..Mother drinking and pops with smoking bongs
So its wasn't hard for him to rebel with no condone
..With his mobile phone, he'd make calls..
..But was he really able to hold his own..
From the outside he may seem carefree..
But in his eyes, you could see where his cares be
He wanted love, and to be with someone caring
And he figured at that time he's bear a ring
When that one special came, he had is heart on his sleeve
And its hard to believe, but my god did it seem..
That..the red in his face would mirror his heart
The love flushed thru his veins and clearer in part
To the pain, that love'll clear up the parts..
That could stain, from it being broken..
When he opens the window to his soul and
Hears that he should go.. he scream and yells no..
and, the potion that brew together failed slow..
She lived inside of him, the chambers trapped her
She'd act up and scream before its clasped shut
And the atrium was split, he'd hate to forget
SHE'S LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.. pain and the fits..
Cause she'd squeeze his insides.. start from scratch
Then a slight pull and tug.. you have a heart attack
Home is where the heart is? feeling so alone...
If you have a broken heart..
...does it mean you still living in a broken home??
..That's the question
vs.
MetaSin
i wrote this on the sidewalk......a starvin artist
hard to part with the life i once knew....but now i'm far beyond it
far from garbage.....but sad to say that now it's my best friend
my home was broken....but it was cool until reality set in
now i'm restin on a park bench....my new place and home
but i love it.....there's no razors thrown across my facial bones
and now i claim the throne as the one to control my own destiny
best believe....i'll make the most of what's be blessed to me
rest in peace to the screams & fury....i'll embrace the silence
instead of facin violence.......as the cold encased my eyelids
simply put.....home life was hell.....but i've grown from it
livin freely enabled me to reach the peak of my own summit
but i miss my family......who's to say they'll never change
love was the second most recognized emotion....next to pain
swept away from my loved ones.....not to say i'm lackin fear
but so what if i'm homeless......as long as i'm happy here
as the years went by...departed...but still the hardest
lesson to learn.....was that home is where your heart is
numskull wins 2-0
Jae Gutta
J. Arthur was a victim of a broken home
..Mother drinking and pops with smoking bongs
So its wasn't hard for him to rebel with no condone
..With his mobile phone, he'd make calls..
..But was he really able to hold his own..
From the outside he may seem carefree..
But in his eyes, you could see where his cares be
He wanted love, and to be with someone caring
And he figured at that time he's bear a ring
When that one special came, he had is heart on his sleeve
And its hard to believe, but my god did it seem..
That..the red in his face would mirror his heart
The love flushed thru his veins and clearer in part
To the pain, that love'll clear up the parts..
That could stain, from it being broken..
When he opens the window to his soul and
Hears that he should go.. he scream and yells no..
and, the potion that brew together failed slow..
She lived inside of him, the chambers trapped her
She'd act up and scream before its clasped shut
And the atrium was split, he'd hate to forget
SHE'S LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.. pain and the fits..
Cause she'd squeeze his insides.. start from scratch
Then a slight pull and tug.. you have a heart attack
Home is where the heart is? feeling so alone...
If you have a broken heart..
...does it mean you still living in a broken home??
..That's the question
vs.
MetaSin
i wrote this on the sidewalk......a starvin artist
hard to part with the life i once knew....but now i'm far beyond it
far from garbage.....but sad to say that now it's my best friend
my home was broken....but it was cool until reality set in
now i'm restin on a park bench....my new place and home
but i love it.....there's no razors thrown across my facial bones
and now i claim the throne as the one to control my own destiny
best believe....i'll make the most of what's be blessed to me
rest in peace to the screams & fury....i'll embrace the silence
instead of facin violence.......as the cold encased my eyelids
simply put.....home life was hell.....but i've grown from it
livin freely enabled me to reach the peak of my own summit
but i miss my family......who's to say they'll never change
love was the second most recognized emotion....next to pain
swept away from my loved ones.....not to say i'm lackin fear
but so what if i'm homeless......as long as i'm happy here
as the years went by...departed...but still the hardest
lesson to learn.....was that home is where your heart is
numskull wins 2-0