The Noose - Tech N9ne
I've tried writing this letter now
Several times before
When the parties over and the liquor is no more
I tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore
And following their rules is such a god for saken bore
Now I say god because I'm program but I believe in none
I see no interventions and I see no holy sons
And if I'm wrong then strike me down and break these breathing lungs
Just take the words reverse them back upon my evil tounge
I've seen children harm each other like it's second nature
Some just want to watch the world burn bang upon the drums
And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on
Kuz chaos has a melody and death just like a song
I sing, sing out to the rafters I sing
Close this little chapter when I think
His life is a disaster and it stinks
I'm trying to find a way to just sing
Sing out to the rafters I sing
Close this little chapter when I think
His life is a disaster and it stinks
You seem him trying to find a way out
What a world [x2]
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
What a world [x2]
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
I went to visit wounded soilders at camp pendelton
And the cost of the missing limbs it meaned that is no love like wimbelton
When they sat before me young as hell
Look at me alcaldes like gentlemen
I'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability
To walk and to touch no way of rekindalin
What is now gone
Unless they got money like force and lt. Dan
The war
If you in a dam they have no remorse and that any minute bam
That's f_cked off
While we chillin on tour on the bus getting s_cked off
Know a families greaving
Because war is receding
Their peeps and they cring their b_tts off
That's why I get so much
When I flo bust
While we got it so good
Kuz it's so rough
But the young soliders who do exactly what they are told to do
Damn
Do exactly what they told to do
Defend their country and uphold the crew
But give my one and only soul for you
That's a hell of a job discription
I don't know if my gods with this one
But I guess it's the laws of sickman
Sending out youngins and they fall the victums
Of an evil klans plan
That's why I be saying dwam
Cause on 9/11 I realized our fate is in another mans hands
What a world [x2]
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
What a world [x2]
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
When I see how my love ones had left
I wonder how long I would fight
I wonder if I would give in
And let the reaper lead me into night
See I got to much pride left
Like my grandma that died to early
Reaching for moments
More but instead the cancer in her lungs took her from me
We drift
Naturally like two ships in the roughest of seas
That's why this moments precious yet I'm to distant to feel it complete
See these days I feel so disconnected
It gets harder to drop to my knees
I guess that's a side-a-fect of living in generation x-y-z
Obsessed with pain and greave
Man I wished we were both kids again
Things were simplier than 90's innsodents got me loosing friends
to the hands
Of violent men
Fast
Faster then speeding bullets
Wizzing down alley ways
So bubbly I'm waking up from this haze
But only to realize the world hasnt changed
Suddenly I'm not even fazed
Ya'll think it's the way we been raised
F_ck it I'm sick and right back in this haze
Cause this can turn out to be my last todays
With a hope and a prayer
Put a rope in the air
But I'm just to scared
Choking from the pressure
While I rock this chest
With back and forth and tip death with a breakstand
What a world [x2]
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
What a world [x2]
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
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