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the frailty of life humbles me

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not always do ones reflections begin when someone has died. its is often when we feel most alive that we realize how fragile our bodies really are.

 

i find myself thinking, seriously delving in thoughts lately and have concluded indeed we are like a flower in a field that is there by morning and gone by night.

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There are cemeteries that are lonely,

graves full of bones that do not make a sound,

the heart moving through a tunnel,

in it darkness, darkness, darkness,

like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,

as though we were drowning inside our hearts,

as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

 

And there are corpses,

feet made of cold and sticky clay,

death is inside the bones,

like a barking where there are no dogs,

coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,

growing in the damp air like tears of rain.

 

Sometimes I see alone

coffins under sail,

embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,

with bakers who are as white as angels,

and pensive young girls married to notary publics,

caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,

the river of dark purple,

moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,

filled by the sound of death which is silence.

 

Death arrives among all that sound

like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,

comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no

finger in it,

comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no

throat.

Nevertheless its steps can be heard

and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

 

I'm not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,

but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,

of violets that are at home in the earth,

because the face of death is green,

and the look death gives is green,

with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf

and the somber color of embittered winter.

 

But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,

lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,

death is inside the broom,

the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,

it is the needle of death looking for thread.

 

Death is inside the folding cots:

it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,

in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:

it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,

and the beds go sailing toward a port

where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.

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Life..... I wonder....

Will it take me under.... I don't know

 

[Verse One: Nas]

 

Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassing

Imagine going to court with no trial

Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters

No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters

Days are shorter, nights are colder

Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra

The world's hot my son got knocked evidentaly

It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually

Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge

of coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars

Imagine everybody flashing, fashion

Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues

Your people holding dough, no parole

No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers

Just some thoughts for the mind

I take a glimpse into time

watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"

 

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]

 

If I ruled the world

Imagine that

I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby

Black diamonds and pearls

Could it be, if you could

be mine, we'd both shine

If I ruled the world

Still living for today, in

these last days and times

 

[Verse Two: Nas]

 

The way to be, paradise like relaxing black, latino and anglo-saxon

Armani exchange the reins

Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last

Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path

The Villa house is for the crew, how we do

Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches

So many years of depression make me vision

The better living, type of place to raise kids in

Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul

But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child

Seeing things like I was controlling, click rolling

Tricking six digits on kicks and still holding

Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage

Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish

Political prisoner set free, stress free

No work release purple M3's and jet skis

Feel the wind breeze in West Indies

I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse themes to Willies

It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown

I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa

 

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]

 

If I ruled the world

Imagine that

I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby

Black diamonds and pearls

Could it be, if you could

be mine, we'd both shine

If I ruled the world

Still living for today, in

these last days and times

 

[bridge: Lauryn Hill]

 

And then we'll walk right up to the sun

Hand in hand

We'll walk right up to the sun

We won't land

We'll walk right up to the sun

Hand in hand

We'll walk right up to the sun

We won't land

 

[Verse Three: Nas]

 

You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry

Duck down in car seats, heat's mandatory

Running from Jake, gettin chased, hunger for papes

These are the breaks many mistakes go down out of state

Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weight

Trying to get laced, flip the ace stack the safe

Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camera

Making moves in Atlanta, back and forth scrambler

Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich

Still nobody want a nigga having shit

If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit

I push a Q-45 Infinit

It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies

Strictly living longevity to the destiny

I thought I'd never see but reality struck

Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck??

 

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]

 

If I ruled the world

Imagine that

I'd free all my sons, I love em em baby

Black diamonds and pearls

Could it be, if you could

be mine, we'd both shine

If I ruled the world

Still living for today, in

these last days and times

 

If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled

Imagine that

I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled

I love em love em baby

Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds

Could it be, if you could

black diamonds

be mine, we'd both shine

If I ruled the world

Still living for today, in

these last days and times

 

If I ruled the world, if I ruled

if I ruled, I'd free all my sons

black diamonds, I love em love em baby

Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled

If I ruled the world

 

If I ruled the world

I love em love em baby!!

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i find myself thinking, seriously delving in thoughts lately and have concluded indeed we are like a flower in a field that is there by morning and gone by night.

 

angst is a hell of a thing. i find it best to remain neutral when delving into these types of thoughts..otherwise they becoming consuming.

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I was thinking the same thing when I wrote this song..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FOR THIS SONG IM GONNA NEED A LITTLE HELP

 

 

 

 

 

IM GONNA NEED SOME BACK UP SHIT VOCALS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

REAL SIMPLE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EAT SHIT

 

 

 

 

EAT-SHIT

 

 

EAT SHIT EAT SHIT EAT SHIT EAT SHIT

 

 

*CROWD YELLS EAT SHIT OVER AND OVER

 

 

EAT SHIT EAT SHIT EAT SHIT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EAT SHIT AND DIE MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!! *DOUBLE BASS HEAVY GUITAR AND BASS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EAT MY SHIT YOU FUCKIN SCUMS

OPEN WIDE I GOT THE RUNS

EAT MY SHIT IM IN PAIN

FROM MY SHIT

SHIT FOR BRAINS

 

 

MOTHER FUCKEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR

 

 

 

 

FUCK!

 

 

 

 

*HEAVY GUITAR

 

 

 

 

FUCK YOUR WORLD ITS FULL OF SHIT

FULL OF SCUM AND I AM IT

NO CONCERNS NO IDEAS

JUST SHIT AND FILTH

FILTH AND TEARS

 

MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

*LOTS OF HEAVY DOUBLE BASS

 

*YELLING

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SHIT ON STAGE

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