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    dots Submission Name: The Seventh Daydots
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    Author: SinCeer05
    ASL Info:    21mVA
    Elite Ratio:    3.27 - 243/279/168
    Words: 1725
    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.


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    dotsThe Seventh Daydots
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    (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
    Itís stated that I hated you
    but its debated like Iím feeling degraded and bruised........

    (Verse-1-D-law)
    Razor blade inflictionís 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 Iím 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 Iím 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 Iím 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
    thatís 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
    Itís a gift to know where youíre 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 itís re-cycled like itís 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 doesnít 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
    Itís stated that I hated you
    but its debated like Iím feeling degraded and bruised........

    (Verse-2-D-law)
    Iím 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 Iím 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 Iím sellin my life story like Iím 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
    Iím just tryin to explain to you in my words the abortion of my portion of lifeís 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 youíve 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
    thatís 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 Iím 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 , itís my point that I donít 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 Iím not changing my motions ,
    Iíve 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
    Itís minimum wage that severs the investing of gettin laid,
    cuz the water is testing to overflow the streets that Iíve 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
    Iím 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 Iím 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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