F.m.h.b.h.s.r.i.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JvdC1ZlEno




Chorus:

Feet on ground
Mind on clouds
Heart on fire
Buildings broken down
Hope is all crumbled
Self-esteem is gone
Rebuild my world
in the light of dawn


V1:

Mind is in a dream
My life is on the steep
Another step I'm deep
Unless I learn to leap
(then) I'm relying on these broken wings
I'm blind
I can still see
Lines on the side of the street
Looking back at me
As if a lion's prowling close
So if I choke
I'm easy prey
but if I survive another day
it (would) seem[s] a little late
for an even trade
So I'm ripped by
five retractable blades
On the road
it's always night
and it fades
Pitch black
turns into
pleasantly gray
and it stays
it's connected to my sane
always affecting my lane
who am I to blame?
I, whom always wallows in selfish shame
over time
my conscious doesn't realize how it -I- used to think
Gettin' dumber but somehow smarter
this paradox is out a sync
somehow closure is the link
but my life is compared to a short blink

[Hook]


V2:

Big things
Seem to change
in small ways
Something to define
how you try to live
and stay alive
would you rather die
or rather try
cause you'll never have some greatness
until you have some pain
You want to make an ever-lasting name
So you can ride mainstream and survive
the sharks are going to bite
leave you washed-up and dry
they'll make you say your last line
and then it's beddy-bye
beddy-bye
bye
you want to dine red-gold blood
behind those eyes
thicker than a metallic guise
givin' rise
to these low guys
they don't sell
so they
drop
like
flies
to the spiders in the grass
the snakes eat the spiders
then the eagle comes last
the equation gives no lion
cause they know the king's
got a pride that'll ride and fight
on common ground
win the war
and still take another round
win that
come back
because he's victory-bound

[Hook]

V3:
Ambition for finding out ways
to drop this haze
No, I'm not tatted
I don't even got Gucci sahdes
am I supposed to give a ****
cause all I see
are 50 shades of grey
colorblind smoke in my eyes
empty pockets everyday
they tell me how unhealthy dreaming is
call me lucid Feer
I'm the un-healthy dreamin' kid
nightmares show me wrists
cut-off at the hands of a double *****
harpies (are) on my road
and somebody's in a ditch
plus somebody's tryna' snitch
about this would I'm tryna stitch
So I gotta cauterize the rest
(or) else I'm dead
come back to life
zombified
with no appetite
even though I did nothing
they put shackles on me tight
then they try to understand my life
ask me why I fight
cause if I didn't
I wouldn't be right
and I wouldn't have anything left
so I equalize like a bench press
5 years calm from THC in my chest
and the only way I'll stop is T.H.E E.N.D.

T.H.E E.N.D.

[Hook]

I'm moving to Seattle, wish me luck on finding a studio guys.

Legit man but you need to combine your lines so
your lyrics
don't
read
like this.

Good work keep it up bro.