I wrote this to a band called Awolnation the beat I used was for a song called Sail
I is a slow tempo beat. the flow works with it if you read it just right.
please let me know what you think.
Thanks again for your time...
V1
Sitting here procrastinating contemplating my plans.
But my feet keep sinking deeper in the quicksand.
Like amnesia,I can't seem to remember who I am.
A child or man, can't break free, crammed like peas in a can.
Claustrophobic too much pressure to take, I'm about to break.
like a bubble everywhere I seem to go troubles waits.
for me to stumble trip and fumble falling on my ****ing face
with each step I take, like ants I can't wonder to a place that’s safe.
I carry ten ten times my own body weight always feeling crushed.
Screaming I can't take this no more and all I here is hush.
Stop crying shut the **** up, tough titty,,you need to Mush
fighting with my self in my head, locked up trying to pick the cuffs
I must be damned....
Hook
2X
Having bad luck everywhere I go....
Damned....
Keep wondering will I ever get a chance to make my goals.
Damned....
Am I a living ghost not know to man...
nope I must be damned.
buried to the neck waiting for waves to cram sand down my throat...
I must be Damned...
V2
Damned from this minute I was torn from my mothers womb.
whom drink too much the night before, floating in her booze.
My first breath reeked of alcohol, fed from Fallopian tubes.
Damned before my eyes opened now I'm Damned at age 32.
No future growing up in ghetto’s labeled because of white skin.
Growing up as the enemy just trying to make a few friends
like chameleons my only defense mechanism was learning how to blend.
Things were okay until my father Went to prison 5 to 10,
for abusing me and my sisters trying to cover up his violent sins.
Can't try to pretend that it didn’t happen, That moment I died with in.
Cried in side, I'm damned just like my pride.
A never ending cycle whats dead ends up coming back to life.
And still I beak a sweat try to survive I must be Damned....
Hook
2X
Having bad luck everywhere I go....
Damned....
Keep wondering will I ever get a chance to make my goals.
Damned....
Am I a living ghost not know to man...
nope I must be damned.
buried to the neck waiting for waves to cram sand down my throat...
I must be Damned...
V3
All The doors locked closed,But one opportunity is open.
A window, But it slams breaking both hands as soon as I approach it.
Damned out side it moping, pouring rain out side it soaking
hoping.for something to get me out of this jam but nope it's hopeless.
I knock on it as hard as I can screaming are you kidding me?
Jesus what did I do to God to induce this senseless injury?
Who knew I'd be Sentenced to a menacing life of mystery.
incarcerated for what? Nothing.. Attempted breaking and entering?
The only think that helps me keep my self stable mentally,
is family and friends, with out them I'd be in the penitentiary.
Panicking manically driving my self to the point of insanity.
Falling on my knees, The world has a why to make someone who stands
feel like half a man. I've done all that I can physically and still I'm damned.
Hook
2X
Having bad luck everywhere I go....
Damned....
Keep wondering will I ever get a chance to make my goals.
Damned....
Am I a living ghost not know to man...
nope I must be damned.
buried to the neck waiting for waves to cram sand down my throat...
I must be Damned...
Copyright 06/07/2011