Weekend Sesh
this one goes for weekend sesh
I'm on my own now I'm doing my best
living my life and I'm trying to progress
keeping the spirit alive it's tattooed on my flesh
I'm tattooed, all over my soul and memories and that's true, I wear more scars and need a remedy
to cure this mental hell, unsentimental spell, out of my hands I dropped the last of my chance collapsed and fell
I should have known.. things could never be all good life just wasn't programmed to be the way the way that it should
the way that I stood.. understood and over stood if I knew the limits of everything that I could do then I would
walk the right roads never looking back and sidetracks only represent a temporary time to fight back now catch up
and worry all your worries away it's blurry it stays clouded within my mind through out the days
I study the ways things stay and things change so drastically, from a miracle to a tragedy rapidly
I won't let the pain damage me I'm reaching for the happiness cause that's where I have to be
take me back to some odd years ago caught inside a web that stole away my flow
out the do', vamanos, but one year later found myself behind a microphone two tables and a fader
now I'll savor the sound, keeping it underground, just so I can get up getting' up to get down
now I found brainwaves are all in a mess, I took only what I needed from the past and trashed the rest like, what's next?
something in the text triggered the fall out I fell into a hole and it's about time for me to crawl out
with rhyme there's no doubt my thoughts win all bouts I stand tall and proud microphone steady to my mouth
to spit it get it back and make up for lost time write myself a new beginning match points and cross lines to intersect
my intellect guides the way this pen moves and then groves with everything I am to bring me back to