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February 21, 2005
Bahaane aur bhi hote
jo zindagi ke liye
Hum ek baar teri aarzoo
bhi kho dete.
Haadse aur bhi guzre
teri ulfat ke siva
Haan mujhe dekh mujhe
ab meri tasveer na dekh
-Majrooh Sultanpuri
dig that hole,forget the sun and when at last the work is done , don’t sit down ,its time to dig another one
February 22, 2005 at 3:43 am
i’m tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface
i don’t know what you’re expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you
i’ve
become so numb
i can’t feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i’m becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you
can’t you see that you’re smothering me
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
cause everything that you thought i would be
has fallen apart right in front of you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
and every second i waste is more than i can take
i’ve
become so numb
i can’t feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i’m becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you
but i know
i may end up failing too
but i know
you were just like me
with someone disappointed in you
February 22, 2005 at 3:59 am
(Koyi nahin hai kamre mein, kya haseen mila hai pal
Aaj sharaarat karne do, kaam baaki karenge kal)
Jaao baaba jaao, aise na behkaao
Hosh mein aa jaao, paagal na bano tum
Dilbar shikdum shikdum -8
Khidkiyaan kahen, parde gira do
Is tarha se na, mujhko saza do
Chhod do mujhe, jaane bhi do na
Hai qasam tumhein, yun zid karo na
Kaise ye majboori, kis liye hai doori
Ho bade diwaane, hai mujhko ye maaloom
Na sataao tum yun muskuraake
Choom lo sanam, baahon mein aake
Achcha lo chalo, haari main haari
Maan li sabhi baatein tumhaari
Baaton hi baaton mein, pal guzar na jaayein
Aao ek duje mein, ho jaayein kahin gum
(Koyi nahin hai kamre mein, kya haseen mila hai pal
Aaj sharaarat karne do, kaam baaki karenge kal)
Jaao baaba jaao, aise na behkaao
Hosh mein aa jaao, paagal na bano tum
February 22, 2005 at 4:10 am
woh..wtf
drrunk kya?
February 22, 2005 at 11:40 am
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy
Is he? No
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows its all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
These ho’s don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter, caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotomy
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
February 23, 2005 at 8:17 am
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care
There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which can’t defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust
A spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Floats on down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I’m telling you that
I see it right through you
February 23, 2005 at 11:40 am
Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
Puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can’t run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won’t last
You love the way i look at you
While taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through
You take away if i give in
My life
My pride is broken
You like to think you’re never wrong
(You live what you’ve learned)
You have to act like you’re someone
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want someone to hurt like you
(You live what you’ve learned)
You want to share what you have been through
(You live what you’ve learned)
You love the things i say i’ll do
The way i hurt myself again just to get back at you
You take away if I give in
My life
My pride is broken
November 21, 2005 at 6:06 am
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.
Stewart Alsop- Posters.