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letra de empty shell - haiku

chorus (haiku)
they say my life is no fun, and i’m so plain
because there’s no sun, yet there’s no rain
i tell them that i’m so numb, i feel no pain
there’s just an empty sh-ll (there’s just an empty sh-ll)
they say my life is no fun, and i’m so plain
because there’s no sun, and yet there’s no rain
i tell them that i’m so numb, i feel no pain
there’s just an empty sh-ll (there’s just an empty sh-ll)

haiku
(well) to summarize it i’d probably compare my life to a bullet
‘cause looking back i guess i didn’t live it quite to the fullest
took too long to take my shot. i was too frightened to pull it
even when i had the target lined up in my sight, i just couldn’t
sit back and listen for a second. this is my confession
once a week i’m looking up the definition of depression
‘cause i’m never sure if i fit the description, but i’m guessing
if i even have to question, time to vent to my reflection
and admit my imperfections. revisit intersections
where my story could’ve gone in so many different directions
i feel more and more indifferent every time i press rewind
most visions that left my mind are memories of better times
but i’ve got this lock on my chest so it’s hard for me to treasure mine
i gave the key to my heart away, and i severed ties
staring in the mirror tripping off the life i left behind
then walk away from it like never mind

[repeat chorus]

rt-faq
these crabs tried to pull me back inside the barrel, all they got was an empty sh-ll
so this is more or less about apparel
i was staring down a barrel of two shooters that were armed
extended clip straight off the hip, no room there to run
but i had plenty room to think, and my life didn’t flash before my eyes
but it went straight to the manufacturers
who designed the bullet and sold it to the black boy on the black market?
who pursued in the tan car and then parked it?
three hours prior before they sparked it
they gathered loading ammunition in a project apartment, then hit the streets
bending corners ‘til they spot us
if it wasn’t for adrenaline they would’ve got us
i don’t know about their motives or nothing about them
all i know is that i made it home safe without a scratch
now i’m thanking god i get to see my kids’ faces
look in their eyes, but all i see is empty sh-ll casings (dos)

[repeat chorus]

nick menn
somebody hit the liquor store and get a case of monday
placing money in your sights, money over mundane
catch me at a local venue probably watching monkh play
or trying to have a conversation with a bunch of junkies
i’m overqualified and often times misunderstood
i often fantasize of all the things that come from good
but then i realize the world revolves on dollar bills
and doing too much good unfortunately gets you k!lled
i like to reminisce on simple times with simple rhymes
back to when i was a kid and had a simple mind
and back when me and gifted used to record at his momma’s
back before our little problems and the silly drama
ay rest in peace, dear denise, you’re a part of my heart
me and your son are like brothers, been that way from the start
so the day you died, i felt i lost my mother as well
i know you’ve got to make it to heaven from going through h-ll, i’m saying

[repeat chorus]

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