Apocalypse 13 : 1

12/01/07

The street was a whore and people pimp themselves,
they were running from terror but they’re living in hell,
and this aint a game so why you cutting with spades?
I don’t care for the cards, I can still read your face,
and you gotta admit, even though the years passed,
I’m feeding off the city while you’re getting fat?
I must be an idiot cause I took it to heart,
when you said life was shit I believed in the blood.
Of course I’m calculated, I’m a fucking machine,
I aint got no love, I don’t believe in anything.
I done seen to many friends turn into liars,
you can play with your words but it don’t make you a fighter,
and you’re good with your mouth but you bite your fists,
you forgot how it works, it’s been years since you used it,
but that’s ok cause I’ve been cleansing the streets,
it’s my own genocide, I never forget beef.
Since I mastered my weapons aint a damn thing changed,
all I got is hatred, violence is the only way.
You’re a smart man so you should think about it,
that’s three hundred and sixty five days of violence,
now multiply that for over a decade,
I ain’t met a man who got that much hate.
So you can blame me and you could point your fingers,
I’m only doing what I learned from living with sinners.
I don’t look for redemption, I don’t want your forgiveness,
you should know by now it’s just part of the business.
Go ahead and live well and pretend you matured,
I don’t know what you’re thinking but I’m living in war.
I’ll patronize your games and I’ll even play dumb,
but I suck as a friend unless I’m burying someone.
Some life huh? We’re like night and day,
you’ve been stalling the end but I just can’t wait.
While you’re playing with fire I’ve been putting out flames,
you can say you’re an angel but you aint got wings.
At least I’m honest when I spit in your face,
I give you your money’s worth, never short changed.
I can’t help myself, I got problems for life,
and I’m not going to hide it, I enjoy fights,
when it comes to violence I keep it a secret,
until the last minute when no one expects it,
that’s why the whole world is watching us,
all they want is a taste of the blood and guts.
Who the hell am I to deny or disagree?
but the things you said, I can never repeat,
and if I had a choice it wouldn’t be different,
if I could promise you the world, I still wouldn’t.
Knowing what I know now, how could I?
when the two of us changed, it’s was a bad sign,
and my face is not me, it’s someone else,
so now I can hardly recognize myself.
But I listen close to every word you said,
and I fed the hate and studied the bitterness,
I even made a career out of the hole,
dragged myself to the surface, played the role.
For what? cause it was all for nothing,
and I’m still breathing but it sounds disgusting,
and I’m still bleeding but it’s so well hidden,
no one can see the scars until I’m forgiven.