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    dots Submission Name: Buried Alive (Lyric Excerpt)dots

    Author: Latin King
    ASL Info:    31/M/Los Angeles
    Elite Ratio:    2.39 - 104/232/145
    Words: 249
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Serious
    Total Views: 2282
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       This lyric excerpt belongs to one of my favorite rap artists in Soundclick.com. I chose to post it because it has alot of meaning, and because it moves me inside!

    Wizdom I hope you don't take it personal if I post this here, but your work has really inspired me, and this is a great piece of thoughts you put together.

    Your Fan,
    Latin King.

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    dotsBuried Alive (Lyric Excerpt)dots

    We're the mental children of history man,
    No purpose or place,
    We have no great war,
    No great depression,
    Our great war is a spiritual war,
    Our great depression,
    Is our lives.

    Verse 1:

    At that as I relax,
    I sit alone and sip hypnotic,
    And dream of taking trips,
    With naked chicks,
    To get errotic.
    But fantasies evaporate,
    And cease to exist,
    Then reality solidifies,
    And creeps through mist.
    Interactions of the mind,
    Can be cheapen with a kiss,
    And the value of my soul,
    Is as deep as an abiss,
    Politicians only care,
    About the life of the rich,
    While teens are suicidal,
    With a knife to their wrist.
    Timid figures run their lips,
    But never fight with their fists,
    They run their sheets,
    As they travel in the night,
    With their wips,
    Evil smiles on molestors,
    As a little girl dress,
    I find it hard to to come to grips,
    Because my mind is not equiped,
    For the wickedness of man,
    It seems that life is a bitch,
    But I got room in my heart,
    Like Gladis Knight in the pits,
    We can make it,
    No matter how disorderly it gets,
    But until the power shifts,
    We will never flip the scripts.


    Sometimes it feels like I'm buried alive,
    And it's scary on the real,
    I can barely survive,
    I'm releasing this depression,
    That I carry inside,
    Sometimes It feels like I'm buried alive.

    Submitted on 2004-05-09 14:33:22     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      i enjoyed this exerpt and i can see how it moves you, but i'm more interested in seeing work from you. It is great however to see what inspires people to write, and i guess this is something that might have inspired you
    | Posted on 2004-05-09 00:00:00 | by ares_nuke_1 | [ Reply to This ]
      I REALLY like this, even though I'm not a teen. I think everyone under 30 is depressed.
    | Posted on 2004-05-09 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ]

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