Hilikus
06/28/05, 08:40 AM
Me and my friend did a colaboration for a song and this is my verse of it. Its Hip Hop by the way.
Yeah so this a different kind of story, where a father gets shot and things get gory/
Its different and difficult and semi-disturbing but that’s what happens when you live in an urban environment/
Sirens sound, alarms go off there must be trouble, The police wont be here on the double/
“Give me your money he cried” shots were fired “son you better run” and then he died/
The boy did what he was told, ran around the criminal acting oh so bold/
He ran quicker than lighting although his escape was inevitable his god granted speed was clearly incredible/
By some twist of fate he escaped without a scratch from a criminal clearly addicted to the hash/
His mothers sick in bed with a case of the flu worse than the rash/ family with a dead father, sick mother, and hardly any cash/ all of a sudden and as quick as a flash/ hopelessness and doubt combine creating never ending seizures and mental hospital patients/ please be patient, there is no set cure and he’s not feeling fine/ we might need a priest and use something divine/ that shit never works I hate that kind/ Can a blind man walk across a straight white line/ can deaf man hear a clock ticking time/ can a man with no sense of smell, smell a freshly squeezed lime/ if your all mightiness exists give us a fucking sign/ you’ve got 5 seconds were running out of time/
i might post the audio file sometime.
Yeah so this a different kind of story, where a father gets shot and things get gory/
Its different and difficult and semi-disturbing but that’s what happens when you live in an urban environment/
Sirens sound, alarms go off there must be trouble, The police wont be here on the double/
“Give me your money he cried” shots were fired “son you better run” and then he died/
The boy did what he was told, ran around the criminal acting oh so bold/
He ran quicker than lighting although his escape was inevitable his god granted speed was clearly incredible/
By some twist of fate he escaped without a scratch from a criminal clearly addicted to the hash/
His mothers sick in bed with a case of the flu worse than the rash/ family with a dead father, sick mother, and hardly any cash/ all of a sudden and as quick as a flash/ hopelessness and doubt combine creating never ending seizures and mental hospital patients/ please be patient, there is no set cure and he’s not feeling fine/ we might need a priest and use something divine/ that shit never works I hate that kind/ Can a blind man walk across a straight white line/ can deaf man hear a clock ticking time/ can a man with no sense of smell, smell a freshly squeezed lime/ if your all mightiness exists give us a fucking sign/ you’ve got 5 seconds were running out of time/
i might post the audio file sometime.