I wrote this whilst listening to Emancipators awsome tune Maps - check it out on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1nk3gTiFlk

any feedback appreciated as always

now just imagine it and picture this little kid
found something hidden now stuck in the forbidden
with a habbit new formed now his brain deformed
poorly informed and he didnt get the message
sits there with his eyes fixed to him its all basic
yet every 60 seconds he wonders why this
stupid kid true ironic as they called him wise
for his age what a joke when the hallways cried
in his dreams confused now his morals all twisted
seen the bruises yet the smiles got him lifted
a mix of the "what the ****" so much for the gifted
and the namless few true - they tried to save him too
it wasnt that he didnt care he just didnt get it
not a tear not a feeling of the fear that spread it
nor the agonising pain or the blood in the brains
namless they all were so what was the problem?
just a kid he robbed them but never forgotten
this strange silence that screamed within the violence
as slowly he grew he then started to question
knew that it was all wrong so it wasnt long
before thoughts were changing and he wished it all gone
the songs depressed and then suicide rose
to the time in his class when all their eye froze
stated so obvious he wants to hang himself
was a cry for help and yet he got ****in none
then realised the fact it was true for them too
and nobody knew that he'd thought it all through
decided in the end he'd better stay living
so selfish to die his mind his became his prison
when he spoke about death you knew he wasnt kidding
slowly grows older with the world on his shoulders
as the final steps of his personality develops
this was the way his mentality was set up
admist all the jelously he just didnt see
how love could ever happen when all was so blue
didnt trust a single person as it fatholmed him through
the battle raged on he became so cynical
the flashbacks grew it was all de ja vu
every night he closed eyes there they are again
it was hard to spend every second without them

as for the final outcome your hearing him now...

Nice lyrics, if I could write something like that... Well, that'd be a change in style but if only I could nice rhymes and flow, I dunno how long it took you to write this but if I did it would be in the region of a long time, not a typical hour-hour and a half I take to write mine. Anyway, Lots of praise for some good lyrics

I believe yur gonna get famous with your work, danny^^
these lyrics are beast I fxckin love them thanks for sharing em x)


Razor-

Yeah gotta say really good lyrics enjoyed reading them How long you been writing for?

thanks for the replys ppl nice to see people likin my lyrics :P

been writting since i was 16 am 25 now so damn a long time!

how long did this take to write? it depends... if im drunk or stoned... everythings rushin through my head and all i have to do is find the right beat...

sometimes i wont stop till i find the right track... then the words just follow the beat... that even happens when im sober! but the inspiration and reality of all my thoughts n feelin come out when im smashed its wierd... but very cool!

this took a night of wasted writting... followed by the next night sober polishing the lines off - i generally write until i feel theres a natural end to the whole thing instead of splitting things up with a verse (cant write verses anyways!)

i like this myself cuz it comes out as a nice lil' story... revealing... but not actually revealing anything...

Originally Posted by ShadowLeeSharp

I believe yur gonna get famous with your work, danny^^
these lyrics are beast I fxckin love them thanks for sharing em x)


Razor-

lol i dont think id get famous with em! id love to use a proper studio though with the beats bangin in ya ear but ive never once ever actually "rapped" my lyrics infront of anyone id have to be blind folded LOL!