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letra de poisonous - thereal_m1

your skins a canvas. blood oozes from the slits that you see. but it’s a message that’s told by the adolescence and teen. weather it’s pristine if your 16 and a frontline solder. but i’m wishing you came back to me. miss me
when i see you. if i see you? you remember me?
you’ve seen a lot of sh-t couldn’t imagine all of it. but when your older and bolder you try to stay anonymous. and when your children ask you what you where like when you where there age. you got a lot of story’s to tell but will mention no names. you where a warrior while i stand a mic in hand. the hardest part is writing man. you had a gun. k!lling and spilling but not a fight was planed
but here’s the f-cking kicker man
we was young and played with guns you had your limits you diminished then
you broke your limits restarted cold hearted like in veit nam. and when your older i’ll be there every step of the way. the pain remembering what you did but never had the nerve to say
i remember you leaving it was a cold winter day
but your never coming back my life’s out of place…..

(chorus)

i’m tired of talking sh-t industry had me on second level carrying seven devils with a heavy mental. not a lot of metal but he got a lot of green. rollin roaches. hold in close a sentimental screen
screen out the bullsh-t. after that not a lot of y’all left. bullied rappers underground falling catching your breath. the more you’ve waited the more appreciated you get. been in the game a couple years n0body’s heard of my sh-t give me a few more years i’ll be recognized in the underground. peeling rappers heads breaking bread and getting dough
in a few years y’all be seeing my shows wait before you sign that dotted line tho. like t9 fti. m1 for those who didn’t know!

(chorus)

gave me low health. family stressed to help, i said f-ck the wealth
my subliminal message escaped with no stealth, oh well
better perform the act of k!lling myself
(f-ck, i missed)
cops in the hospital, torturing my obstacles
didn’t know this was optional. my story’s kind of mockable
thought this would’ve been painless. f-ck, this is awful
rather be at home, eating belgium waffles
b-tch, makes me eat greens
i’d rather eat magazines with mac n’ cheese
forget the life pattern cause all i’ve seen is brown and green
it’s astounding how i would’ve gone from clowning;
to shooting up a baby shower to get a half hour
therapy session from matt lauer. uh
black fingers from the matches. life is a pr-ck, (b-tch) cactus
grades raising flatter than a mattress. i’m thinking of k!lling them
frustrating straining so i’ll do target practice on civilians
i was only a little hostile, now i’m locked like the ship of a bottle
f-cking aiming now i went full throttle. half inspired by gaming in chicago
never in the game, always left me hanging on the bottle
everybody put your hands up, now you hear my guns banging. f-ck
doesn’t everybody know what went through my mind
when sitting alone at lunch time, never the glance of an eye

- thereal_m1

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