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The Seventh Day


Author: SinCeer05
ASL Info:    21mVA
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Class/Type: Lyrics /Venting
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D-law featuring Sinceer

Compulsive Heights

(I can only speak on my verse- ITs meaning makes a point that i cant really describe. Its like my bad habits from the past are still here today. But without a clear vision of what i want to do, why change to be somethin that isnt me.


The Seventh Day



(Chorus2-SinCeer)*2
Return the thanks to empty space
I rather burn wit my pen as long as I state my case
relate to this taste , if ya long for a face
like so many do , without knowing the truth
I hate to waste a strong place
going through , without owning my youth
its in songs of blue I color this booth ,
no other shade of mood is feeling like the faded you
It’s stated that I hated you
but its debated like I’m feeling degraded and bruised........

(Verse-1-D-law)
Razor blade infliction’s leave distinctive descriptions
subliminal scars that reveal emotional convictions
weigh heavy on the borders of fiction and contradictions
with each lessson mentioned in group or individual sessions
I've come to the conclusion I’m in love with the depression
between happiness and sadness-two disorders I continue meshin
at times becomes overwhelming and hectic ive gone way to far to protect it
my mind is open to the public- please go out of your way to infect it
but at least do me the honor of haven a medic present
pharaohs and peasants I’m somewhere in the middle- life is anything but poetic- as my name rolls on the credits-and your story gains weight due to lies you fed it, just remember I’m a stay one step ahead of it
like I guess I love to dread it but I will never give you enough credit and for that I guess it makes me pathetic
as I sit-intoxicated locked in the world I created, self-hated and faded finally looked down upon after years of wait- for fuckin happiness?- I remain to jaded due to the fact my soul has fully been raided I cant even begin to speak on what ive stated I wish I could just start over clean slated-rumors that circulated? No longer debated and graded-a brighter future? Its just bitter attempts at a new life-one where I will be forced to use a knife on what I used to fight no new topics of news I refuse to write, its like my own downfall keeps you amused at night
as my own tensions grow some light you turn around right? -Its not always about you aight

(Chorus-D-law)*2
just another volume in the anthology of a prodigy
another innovation of creation for your motivation... not to mention your inspiration
worthy of a standing ovation due to my determination and donations ive been able to speak to a nation
that’s waitn on there deadacation due to the trials there facin
its clear to you my devotion is shown threw every emotion I begin approachin

(Verse2-SinCeer)
I face dark winds every time I sin
tryin to win but my mind is wearily dim
due to the light of why I write is fallen out and condemned
so it seems in-spite of my dreamz , I still might fall victim again
but I still fight the symptoms of fallen to this knife with help from friends
its amusing that life ends without a clear date
so I stay to ascend like I don't fear-the gates
pearly white or hollow black , sincerely I write so I can follow rap
but its sorrow on attack like mellow is clearly in store if I sell dope n sniff crack
It’s a gift to know where you’re at
but to shift thoughts and predict to wish where I will be
is distraught like an addict tryin kiss death will-ingly
faced wit bills so how can I eat its pathetic-to me
while laced blunts take credit for killin me-illegitimately
but I hope to find , faith in cuttin this rope as a sign
cuz smoke blinds the eyes of the beholder
if I never choke again its becuz I shoulder pain as I age and get older
through trial and error , my trials build to wage my character like a soldier
it was a stage to fill each page with rage
without will to succeed so I just fade ,
smokin weed silently seems to be all that I need , so why must violence parade against my creed undyingly
good deeds wit a spine straight but stil I feel the weight of trying to break
the cycle of social poison that could fill a lake , it kills if I make a mistake
cuz it’s re-cycled like it’s my purpose to hate ,
but on the surface of the water , is it divine if I can walk on it like our father?
just cuz this rhymes doesn’t mean its any hotter , I just need to breathe without seeds and not be bothered

(Chorus2-SinCeer)*2
Return the thanks to empty space
I rather burn wit my pen as long as I state my case
relate to this taste , if ya long for a face
like so many do , without knowing the truth
I hate to waste a strong place
going through , without owning my youth
its in songs of blue I color this booth ,
no other shade of mood is feeling like the faded you
It’s stated that I hated you
but its debated like I’m feeling degraded and bruised........

(Verse-2-D-law)
I’m just sick of speakin from the bottom, dreams of living? - Let em loose-no longer got em
left the key to my soul open-left my ideas for you to rob em-armed with a pen and pad but lyrics I no longer jot em just uneasy thoughts circulatin like I cant seem to stop em-a life completely constructed on bad habits? Theres no possible way to drop em
watch the time pass by on my biological clock with every fuckin quick tick of it you have no idea how much I’m fuckin sick of it,
trustworthy enemies become statistics in the category of distant memories-as I watch my vintage home movies set to a soundtrack of distorted melodies I realize there just all distorted memories-now its felonies tape recorded over grade school spelling bee's-I realize I’m sellin my life story like I’m sellin g's in an attempt for heaven to please remember me -please make it quick painless and heavenly cuz deep down I do give you some credibility
I’m just tryin to explain to you in my words the abortion of my portion of life’s fortune
a voice from the other side, for those in the same shoes-overlooked and forgotten to all those whos dues are left unpaid-you can follow me-the path might be rocky-the roads unpaved, but put ya head on straight you might be amazed with the path you’ve paved cuz even in the end all lost souls can be saved- with each chapter theres a turn of the page with the only likely outcome that you can possibly grow wiser with age
man these aint words of wisdom these are blueprints to self equality just tryin to serve up a lil self quality
what you know bout going against all odds to protect ya wealth? You injectin mind altering substances just for protection from affections you thought that you felt not even worried bout ya health-how you gonna help some who aint wanna help they self???

(Chorus-D-law)*2
just another volume in the anthology of a prodigy
another innovation of creation for your motivation... not to mention your inspiration
worthy of a standing ovation due to my determination and donations ive been able to speak to a nation
that’s waitn on there deadacation due to the trials there facin
its clear to you my devotion is shown threw every emotion I begin approachin

(Verse-4-SinCeer)
sorry to the caring , if they think I’m overcome wit greed , just continue staring if ya feel what you read
its cause and effect without the experience ,
when my words infect to hex-ears-with-sense with little variance ,
parents belittle and tare me out from the middle pair of my patience
but in this chair I stop the urge to uproot my hair , but without loot I can barely swallow the air
makes me want to shoot hollow points up into the air
like the smoke from this joint that I spared , it’s my point that I don’t really care
if life twists and turns , as long as I can burn without disappointing myself with overwhelming concern
become covert with resin cuz its intoxicating my lungs
life is short so why resist and run , when I still know oxida-ting the smoke is like pulling the trigger of a gun
but with slower results with insane notions
repetitive habits become lower cuz I’m not changing my motions ,
I’ve silenced all emotion , to be less violent and to avoid the commotion ,
I know my devotion is like a tyrant if I set sail into the ocean ,
with drama rising like waves , its surprising how much armor people crave
when they slave to pay their way , living the high life or barely gettin paid
It’s minimum wage that severs the investing of gettin laid,
cuz the water is testing to overflow the streets that I’ve paved
without weakness on the beats I find this as a blessing that I should cherish with age ,
not be scared or perish locked in a cage , of wall - to - wall RAGE ,
that seems to be infinite during my time of indefinite dayz
I’m fearin fictitious words will be wrote if I live in-it for one more day
if I cope wit viscous scope tied to a rope without wishes and hope ,
picturesque notes will be clear through the smoke ,
so I guess I’m sinceer with all my TOKES

(outro-SinCeer)
Been known for containing the cruelty
while fame is tempting but the cost of pain is brutally half and half with duality
Just two fools who speak with relenting past thatz filled wit cruel epiphanies
smokin spliffs and dat piff with destructive tendencies with gifts we fail to see
like the weight of our worth drifts without a scale-to-see
its never to late unless we bail-deceased and end all our tales when we cease to breathe




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  ok this was awsome one of the best Ive seen on here.I like the style but that one line fuc ked me up.----> I sell dope n sniff crack ??????????????? well I dontt sniff coke or smoke crack but I do kno crack is cooked up coke. lol ya u dont sniff crack well an azz crack can be sniffed. is that what u ment.. Check out my "Family n Friends" its kind of in this style.
| Posted on 2006-09-08 00:00:00 | by DrewDilla | [ Reply to This ]


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