gotta hold back my fears, push back my tears, front paint the floor, with nerve sweat and Years of blood poured out to, this type district fooled, me and im trying to go for the gold at the end of the rainbow.....
soul searching now, floor painted shadow mixed with the sunlight and im mixed with nerves, they kill me softly, stress gets me lovely how i face these situations i face the effectively....

as i tremble between issues facing reality, these stress forces me to write creatively...
trauma gets to me and focusdly im trying to get rid of the next issue leaving me.....

trying to check on the other side of day, half past noon, still no clue what will drive me totally crazy....
checking for pulse after one, these issues has just begun but after two i have to run.....

the sun looks for shadow to shine bright, my shadow cast a light, and feels like im alright, but really truth despite, matter of it is night, for the shadow is half past dead, im living in shadow red, blood pouring from my bed, seeing its my past of living dead....

Stress gets to me, just last friday i cussed some one out and put in missery, seems like i try to be cool, i hurt the peoples, and seems like i want to make my mark down into history...

Live life seen all thru distantly, living life is history, past is past i know, but for every second is past the living spree....

Lenin aka SangRio
Get At Me
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