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This Curse I Bear - Deepspace 5
i swear, i care not what the man thinks
my plan ain't paper til drips with the fruit of my lips
yet, if i get no dap from hand clap
from rap that i make, my tangible heart break
with my arms wide open, i hold opponents to my creed
in arrangement, shoplifting stolen moments that i need
play stick ball with my chances, broke the window on a street car named desire
parked next to the chariots of fire
held down in this quagmire tarnishing crowns as i perspire
dwindling empires as i plug wires to transcribe my fire
filling ears with my word lives wrapped tight to let you describe
the feeling through your own eyes
and they throw their souls up in the air, cause thats the coin they like to toss
they want life without the loss, they want christ without the cross
pretty faces, empty inside race the runway, although some say
gunplay move the crowd someday, by bloody sunday
i don't bother writing flows about clothes and cars
record sales is not a measure of how d**e you are
and this knowledge is what seperates us from them
i rather snuff the page, then beat it down with my pen
microphone testing, a blessing indeed
i stay pressing the seed, hoping the hearts will receive
in grounds fertile, a brown journal holding the picture
a mixture of heart plus emotion form my lyric to your spirit
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this curse i bear, this curse i swear
yall never know the despair between the kick and the snare
i scream for you to wake up, but you just don't care
you sleeping on my speaking, is my worst nightmare
grit my teeth and close my eyes, still see the misery that kills men
ill just take another step and draw the energy from my children
until then, ill just feel the pain and let you hurt me
cry my tears in a bottle, so you can drink it when you're thirsty
inviting you to constantly listen and not just hear
to be here where i am would cause most people to not do this next year
for fear that nobody would listen and only sneer
believing that your target audience wouldn't cheer
makes you so anxious youll just stand clear
well heres a tape and to my thoughts i hope you're near
to my concepts please adhere your mind and life
in the way thats the most advantageous for your to mirror
hey man, i gotta snare and a verse where i'm bearing a curse
got me wondering if smothering my kick to disperse this hi-hat
i'm setting it free, its gotta be the same night i called it day
what should i say?
i write massive amounts of rhymes but the masses don't hear
don't care about checking me out, i swear
i be cursing my verses and these statements i walk on
i guess my talk is too rich for these fools, with jewels in my songs
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bound by the realization of what it is that i get up for
because its not the sun not the day
i do it for fear that ill lose my perception in the long run
losing the contrast proverbially of the night to the days bright sun
a curse is squeezed in an ill verse, to a full bar purse
i couldn't spend or bend the rhyme pattern
tryna represent with limited content
then vent my feelings free inside of these emcees
see, its hard to hide the fact that its not interesting when i'm listening
me a disappointment go together like cigarettes and nicotine
and when it seems my dreams collide with a name on my place card
ill drop below the radar, simply focus on the day star
its seems to me i'm hated, cause i choose to be creative
i'm like a leper in a town of fools
an outcast making statements against deception
sending all of us to hell, worshipping the image of wealth with a poor image of self
doing work causing hurt always writing verbs
speak absurd when you heard how i say these words
fleshing out pounds of truth from this recording booth
when you finally came to care about this curse i bear
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