my problem

Burning from both ends i don't Even sleep on the weekends. my problem is i cant sleep. When i do sleep all i want to do is sleep. My problem is I think to much. My problem is I'm crazy. My problem is my geans. My problem is who I'm. My problem is nothing. Im ok with my falts and my problems. I'm who I was ment to be. End of that story.

woot

I have nothing to write. Nothing comes to my mind.
emptyness in my mind....
it scares me.
but im not alone.....

mkay

also
urm you dont kindda hve a song
i havent found anything that fits you
but a few that kindda come close

swing life away

and well
cuz im me
angels on the moon
dont know why yet

bild strong

I will never think no less of you for you are everything you are nothing more nothingless. Never menaingless in your choice of words that fill my soul as you speek.

anyway
as on other tones....
smile.....


and for the few that read this
well there is only one


Rza Build Strong Lyrics:yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds meA lot of things upset me as my soul rejects meenemy of my selfphysical.....listen, let me tell youabout..yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds meA lot of things upset me as my soul rejects meenemy of self physically enslavedby the luxuries of this world so I behavelike a man inside the gravewho's life is lostI want the promised gold but can't afford the costor could I, I know the prescribed lawsany effect is a result of the causeof lies and delusions to myself I have liedburning inside wanting to open wideand screamthe name of the supremebut I'm trapped in this worldlusting for girlstherefore I imagine a genie and a wishand searching for things that just does not existbut in the midst there's the answerfor which i have searchedcause from me springs divine prince rakeemand that is me the master of equalitywith the abilityto set myself freebut b.o.b.b.yhe don't want to die,he don't want to die he don't want to try[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/HiP4 ]so I'm forced to cryand get trapped up for living my life inside a liethese problems surround mea lot of things upset meas my soul rejects meenemy of my self physically enslavedby the luxuries of this world so I behavelike a man inside the gravewho's life is lostI want the promised gold but I can't afford the costor could I, I heard of the prescribed lawsany effect is a result of the causeof lies and delusions to myself I have liedburning inside and wanting to open wideand screamthe name of the supremebut I'm trapped in this worldI'm lusting for girlsbefore I imagined a genie and a wishand I'm searching for things that does not existbut in my midst there's the answerfor which i have searchedcause from me springs the divine prince rakheemand that is me the master of equalitygive myself the opportunityand set free and be all I can bebe all I can beand not a nigga just trapped up in luxuryyo bobby digitial got to getknowledge of his self right now,as we go through the struggle of lifewe got to go from boy to manwe start off as sperm to baby baby toman from man to dead manand from dead man back to sandall praises due to allah the most high word upI got to be free I got to be free I got to break freeI got to break free I got to breakfree I got to break.....

the pain

It is not wheather the pain hurts you or you do not notice it. It is not rather you hide it or if you show it. The pain is alway there.streght is not dealing with it ,but dealing with the pain when it has long passt. You always know. Wheather you zone or wheather your dealing with reality. It is just what you find to combat the pain that matters. Somthing to replace it.

the fathers past

The empty cases lay on the ground scatted. They lay next to the bodies of the fallen. They story's told time and time again, but its the untold story about the empty Cases. yet when they lost they still marched with pride. Pride all they had left. Yet the empty cases still tell the same story. Nothing but a violent past and a peaceful resting place.
After they are long forgotten. No one will know the story's they told of their fathers past.

the lost

Forget finding myself. I'm so lost between the distant seas and the far mountain tops. The edge of the earth and back. The greatest thing about the edge of the earth is you can go over the edge and never fall. I will never find myself. I don't want to. I like being lost in this beautiful place. Its the only place I can vagely see myself.

lone wolf

Many storys have been writen in many diffrent ways. Many thoughts have been writen on the story of a lone wolf. A loner far away fromt he others. Yet most do not know that wolf was ever so close. Yet know one ever knows beacuse no one looks close. How do they know to look for the wolf may take many forms in many diffrent lives. Yet some always look. Sometimes they find what they are looking for. Yet most times its as close as it will ever be and they never see it. The lone wolf truly never knows who he is, or who he will ever be.

My darkness

anywhere as long as its somwhere you can be with me. Yet somplaces I go I know you can not come. The places I walk in the darkness. the places I go. The places I fear. The places when im not here.Yet I will protect you in the darkness for im just one more things that breaths the cold crisp air of night. And in the night you will never be alone.

The garidian

Help the ones that need help more than me. Help those who do not ask for it but need it. Give the few the cance to be great. watch over everyone befor me. Help me after every one else.
Hold my hand take me where you wish to go. The moon shines dim in the darkness of night but it is anough to see the path. Nothing to say the world to see. Live for everything or die for nothing.
The gardian of the night.
good night sleep safe

walk

Be the warm breaze on my fave as i walk along the moon lit beach. Be the light cast by my shadow. Be my crazy peace. By mine? Walk with me. Run though the woods with me. Hold my hand when i need help. Catch me when i fall. Laugh at me when i make a fool of myself. Smile for me you do more than you think.

Alone no more

Nothing to write. Nothing to say. Everything to fix. Everything to bear. Always some one to watch over. Always some one to stand next to. Always some one. Always there for the world. Alone no more.

the world

The world comes crashing down around me. The earth falling to peaces. Everything falling apart. As I hold my peace together Stand as the sky comes down to crush me. Holding my world together. Each day It gets harder to hold to gather as more peaces fall from my grip. Do I save the world or do I let it fall? Do I hold onto what is mine or hold on to the world that is. Do I let the sky crush myself. Hold strong hopefully some one will help me with my burdens.

ink

The words written in ink on the pages of my book. The ink tales its tales. Some ink is different colors. Some are different fonts. Some are bold some are simple. The ink tales its own tale. A tale that some may read a tale that most will never. The ink lives in me. The ink that stains my soul. The ink that makes a mess of my life. the ink that paints a beautiful story. The ink that is what i leave behind. the ink that you see me though.

The darkness hides the truth.

The darkness hides the truth.
Siding back into the darkness. being crush by what is me. Finding the water darker on the inside. Wanting to be the shadow once again. Wishing I was the night once again. Wishing the dammed that Am would raise the sky so I shall not be crushed no more. Wishing the end was. The light fades as my life pushes onward. The struggles make me darker and unknown each time. Each sunset makes me more in touch with what I was and what I will never be again. Stop looking up to me. For Aim not that person no longer. The darkness hides the truth about that AM. The darkness so found of me. The ways to die. The ways to live no longer apparent. The mirror lies. All I see is a shell. Grey and thin. The ways I see. The end will come. What happens in the end will make us what we are. For now the darkness hides the truth of what iam

if only

if only you could live
If only you could help me.if only you couldnt see me.If only you could let me be in darkness.If only you couldnt see the darkness I see.If i needed help I would scream.If I wasnt alone I could see.If only you could see my pain.If only you could see how week Iam.If only you could leave me in the darkness.If only you could let me die.Let me see the light i have ben craving.Let the end be.If only you could see how I do.If you could.Walk your own path for ours may cross.Walk it alone or with some one.It may be the same yet so far away they are.The ways we lived and the ways we die.Yet no one realy knows who we are.For we are the ones that see nothing but darkness.

hey

Befor you say good night let me know that you are my angel. Let me know that im safe for once. Befor you go to bed keep me in your mind as i do. Sleep snugly for I do watch over you as you do me. I will keep you safe as you do me. As we go we will explore the word so vast.

my life

My life. Full of hope and opertunity. I have made my choices. Now time to life. I want what i have always wanted. I want to make thigs right. I want my angel. i will no longer stand alone.

My hat

Lost. Im lost in myself. Im lost. A soft hand i feal in my palm. Giding me home. Yet I have no home. Giding me to a place I can call home. A place where angls sleep. A place where i hang my hat.

Hero

A pair of muddy boots, a rifle in the ground. A helmet and a set of old bloody fatigues. A soldier’s memorial. The cost of war. The price paid in blood and sweat. In pain and in suffering. Such a simple thing yet so valuable. I have seen many body bags each day the butchers bill changes. Now days it’s not body bags but bags to throw the left over parts that I count. Bad things happen to good people. The replacements think they are all that. Then they die one by one. Some stupid little mistakes that kill them. The one that comes to mind most is the one that well I’m not going to talk about it. The few that live on past the replacement stage just become better warriors. Then they die from just dumb luck or just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Who is left over are the survivors. Not veterans of warriors. Just survivors.

last

This is what I call my shadow. Twitch. The shadow that blends with the darkness. The shadow that is me. The grey in the moonlight. The good guy that’s not all too good. The first one to stand and the last one to fall. Something odd. Yet so deliberately avoided. The one that standas with me when I'm the last one to stand.

alone i break

candlesAs I sit in the darkness of winterI sit in the dark with only a candle but no flameThen I see through the darkness a lightIts a single candleIt keeps geting closerThen I see a personIts a frindShe gets closerShe blows out the candleHere I'm siting in the darkness sad and loanlyLike I always have ben.

the falling sky

Cold hands numb feet. Slow shivers. The cold day. The pure white snow. Slowly falling from the sky to the ground. The white snow so cold. White snow on the green pines. Siting here in this hole waiting for nothing to hapin. This line I watch. Cold days cold nights. No warm fires. No warmth in this place. Just the cold white snow. O well life gose on and here I sit. Knowing nothing. Just waiting for things to hapin. Its going to be a long night.

fear

For who we are changes in the dark. The light shows us differently than the true beings that we are. The true insides. In the dark there is nothing to hide us. For evil waits in the dark but there is nothing to fear in the dark for the real evil is hiding in the light. For the evil in the night is mearly the false fear of your mind. Shall not fear the darkness for the darkness is just me. Yet I only hide in the light of the day.

The ones that fear the night fight the day and win. Then lose to the night. The few that fight know if they don’t fight no one will. If no one fights the sun shall set once and shall never rise again. For night will be all that is.

if only

if only you could help me.if only you couldnt see me.If only you could let me be in darkness.If only you couldnt see the darkness I see.If i needed help I would scream.If I wasnt alone I could see.If only you could see my pain.If only you could see how week Iam.If only you could leave me in the darkness.If only you could let me die.Let me see the light i have ben craving.Let the end be.If only you could see how I do.If you could.Walk your own path for ours may cross.Walk it alone or with some one.It may be the same yet so far away they are.The ways we lived and the ways we die.Yet no one realy knows who we are.For we are the ones that see nothing but darkness.

word grow old with time

My words to myself. Never write anything for anyone. Things change, things fade, and things grow apart. Yet who I’m never a truth. It is never set in stone. Yet I’m told that how I view myself is not who I really I’m. I’m told that I beat myself up to much. That I take life to seriously. That I look to the future so much that I never see what’s in front of me. But I see what’s in front of me I just don’t want to look at it. Yet who I’m not who I really I’m just a false truth. Hidden within the shell. Yet the shell is just there to protect us all. Protect you from me and me from everyone else. Yet some one wants to look inside the shell. Someone wants to know me. What do I do? I don’t know so I’m just going to roll with this one this time.

sunset

Never more shall I see the sun rise. Tears hidden in blood. Lay me down to rest. For I shall never feel the pain again. Forever shall we rest? We have given the most. We may be lost, but we shall not be forgotten. Close your eyes for you shall not see what we have seen. We did a job so you would never know of what we did, seen, and herd. Forever shall I never see the sun rise again. Just this sunset.

my story

Siding back into the darkness. being crush by what is me. Finding the water darker on the inside. Wanting to be the shadow once again. Wishing I was the night once again. Wishing the dammed that Am would raise the sky so I shall not be crushed no more. Wishing the end was. The light fades as my life pushes onward. The struggles make me darker and unknown each time. Each sunset makes me more in touch with what I was and what I will never be again. Stop looking up to me. For Aim not that person no longer. The darkness hides the truth about that AM. The darkness so found of me. The ways to die. The ways to live no longer apparent. The mirror lies. All I see is a shell. Grey and thin. The ways I see. The end will come. What happens in the end will make us what we are. For now the darkness hides the truth of what iam

fading dreams

Slowly bleeding. Slowly dying. Slowly fading. So long. Slowly memories fade. My thoughts run slow in a state of daze. The days I live slowly passed. The slow drip of blood. The warm blood will soon be cold. The light slowly fades into the darkness. The darkness surrounds me complete isolation. The memories will soon be gone. Only a few will cry. Just a few. The sobs will fade. Just one more dream in my mind. Just one more fading dream.

Cold graves

Sometimes I wonder. The roller coaster of my life. The highs I’m nice and happy. The lows suicidle thouhts and the rock bottom depression. I think to much. My depression seams to send me back to square sometimes or at it seams to me. All work gone everytime I get depressed. Just gone. Sometimes I just wish it wold end but it wasn’t for some people depending on me I would be gone alredy. cold graves wait for me.

the day of the night

The day of the night.
Many words said and done. Many people died and dying. The people in the graves. The rubble of the cities in their glory. The people that fight, the last of their kind. They all have the skills passed won to them and learned. The skills that keep them alive from day to day as the world gets smaller and smaller. The dying age of man. Well least one kind of man. The week and poor. They are nothing in this time anymore. The weathy and powerful have had the way. As they call it the way of the wind. A simple plan. The words of the ones with the green sticks. Well least that’s what we call them. WE don’t see much of them anymore since they when into hiding with the start of this race war. Well some say it’s a race war. The ways we live. We live by the night and the way we die. The graves we dig for our own. Marked with just mere stones. A number etched on the surface of the rock. The number of the day they died and the number they were. Just numbers to some, but to us they are how we remember them. If you are not part of the resistance you don’t know what the rocks are. It’s so no one of the rich dig up the bodies and disgrace it. The war is what keeps the money flowing in there pockets. The words.

shadow of night

The funny thing is that he will never hear it coming. He has no clue who iam. He has no clue where I come from. All he will know is the coffie is finaly done. 1 shot one kill. The man shall forever be with me. Its different when you look at them, watch them, its different when you know them. I’m just an old fool. I know this. My end will come. It is not today, but I know it will come as the sun sets and the night cast its shadow.

skin

The storys I tell are just storys. If you have any resemblance stop reading. I have taken many thoughts so its nothing new. The many thouighs I have run vagly though my mind. My mind may make things. Yet its not ewhat my mind makes but how your mind interprets my mass night mazresd and bloodshed pagds.The ink is in the paper but the life will go one. The ink this was written on is just ink but the tought gose deeper than the ink. The thoughts.

my life

This world washes me away. Washes me away from this world. Yet what is this world? What keeps me here in the darkness. Yet the darkness im so found of. Running from the light as if it was the acid that eats my pitiful skin. Trying to stay in the darkness where I sleep at night. Its ok for me. It just is me. The shadows in the night. Keeping the monsters and demons of the night at bay. Protectin the day walkers. Leting them live more days. My berdons are far greater than the things they will ever go though. Yet it is what I wish to do. Just to be me. People try to wonder what im. Im what walks in the dark. Walking tall. It just is. my life

Words writen in fear

the words spoken by bitter people having no meaning. The pain. My mind thinking there will be peace after this madness. The voices yelling the only peace you will get is in that cold grave. The only peace you will have is the remembrance yet no one will remember you.For you fade into the darkness each night to save the day from the monster that lie in the darkness. no one will remember you. As you die in the cold. Yet all you care about is death Yet no one cares who you are or what you do. yet we all die in the end.
Im alredy dead.
Move on as life will. Move on as the world still spins. Dont woory about me. I only fight your demons. Dont worry about me. i have found my peace in the darkness.