If I Die.
Everyday I pray I can stay In a frame of mind that’s ok But through these times, even my rhymes can’t persuade The locomotion of my mental engine Evade these evil thoughts that the devil sending Bending doesn’t help! Telepathic battles between me & I… Who should win? Conflicts ensue , onebody gets subdued Then the other is consumed But see it’s a repeated problem ‘cause Paul can’t lose He always comes thru to your rescue To your rest to rescue you If our Minds intertwine like we’re werking with one spine combined But in all actuality I find, brothers discoverin’ that they don’t have whut it takes to make it… So making fakery is a means to an end But then they talk thoughts But I’m thinking… That through all the vocal movie screenplays that they should be sinking But miraculously that float to the top Which pushes me to the EJ drinking I ask why can’t it stop? Originally in the beginning the originators began a train of thinking deep within they souls believing that they can! The heart of this art forms the deepest gash when it’s created just for cash but all this seems to leave my mind amidst hip hop blends in throughout me like a twist I work hard so does it make any sense to spend money that shouldn’t be spent on equipment to help gain entry into a industry that has become truly senseless?
If I die right now Please, please don’t grieve Just read all the words I leave I tried to do all that I could With all that I had If I left you behind don’t be mad It was my time, and everyone has to have it To my children, visualize your dreams and grab it Never let go, Never get stuck Do whut ya must, but 1st… Never Give Up!
If I do die doing deeds Really, for all my family my heart truly bleeds As this muscle pumps, emotional slumps transform into HI-hats, Snares, Kicks & Bass Maybe after I’m gone down in the dirrrty they’ll get crunk to keep up with this pace! This rap race is run by rat’s and snakes Constantly I ask people,,, Do I have whut it takes? I have to have confidence. But it makes, makers of hits make schitt, that get schitted on Man, leaving them in last place So speak strong but humble Even thru situations that fell through and it wasn’t me who fumbled It wasn’t me is not going to be the excuse all the time Or I have to watch all my dreams crumble one after another in a line SO FUCK IT, I’M COMING TO GET MINE ! Or at least I tried… ‘cuz anythang can happen before I finish this next line ‘cuz I could be the next in line to rhyme or next in line to climb the back gate to heaven with all my brethren which would be fine ‘cuz thru my little babies I would shine…
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This song... these lyrics... really sum up alot of feelings I have brewing within me. Â I have always felt this feeling... premonition type ache... that I would die soon after becoming successful. Â Idunno... dreams.. feelings... not sure where it or why it came/comes to me... but I know when to heed a warning... but until now I didn't know that this warning should not be heeded or even considered... there should be no fear in receiving blessings from God. Â My talents are blessings... even tho I am a jack of all trades / master of none.. it's a blessing to me and others who can utilize my abilities. Â Now for my children, I want to be there for them always... but nothing is promised. Â SO I drugg my feet, using fear of dying as "the reason"... no excuses in life really... but looking at whut my children will inherit from this very point 1:09 am on December 10, 2013 is just not acceptable. Â I need to work harder.. better. I need to use ALL my God given talents to the fullest. Writing will be the key to it all.. not writing something as powerful as the BIble, but they will be words and words cause change....