41. SpartOz [4R] 2-1 vs. 42. Doc Evil 3-1

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[Doc` Evil]

whats the 4r stand for?

[Spart0z[4R]]

4Real-Crew. Uh.. the logo is a 4 and an R connected to eachother.. 4R

Ok. I'll drop within 24 hours. Very busy with college.

[Spart0z[4R]]

Ok fuck this, I'm signing out. There's not way I can do this..

too busy. RSTL's over for me.

[Doc` Evil]

Sorrow


Grief, sorrow, remorse takes course for tomorrow
Of course I feel this way, do you think I’m hollow?
I sink into shallows with tears, wasting away my career
A mother, eyes of fears and concern from the years
A mother, with a secret past fast becoming regretted
A mother, whose heart so religious, this isn’t expected
Wrongs never corrected and dreams never relented
Her son, center of worry, hurried to give consent
Without ever considering the consequences
How it would affect everything from his heart to his sentences
This is turning into a curse, his hurts keep getting worse
The burden he's carrying ensures an early grave, first
Second, a life of mockery, torture and “crime”
In his prime, a plate of misfortune with a side of sublime
I’d die for his 'nine to five', I’m so proud of his mission
He’s grown up missin out on the good life, it was my decision
He’s grown up confused, abused and still adjusting
Ruined his fate for nothing, a cross he'll die still clutching
Imagine yourself in his shoes, the weight of the world
Imagine yourself, a hermit in a caravan waiting for the final swirl
Imagine yourself, trying to save man as a 6 year old
You see, an angel told me years ago I’d have a child to hold
To nurture and to instruct, he was a seed from heaven
He told me his fate was already determined, his deeds benevolent
But recently I’ve been surrounded by regrets, trying to rest
33 years ago, I had no idea I’d sentence my own child to death
That was a while ago at best, but the anguish still lives on
Oh God, please release these pains and reassure my wrongs
As I stand here, in tears cause my son's about die before me
That acceptance echoes now as a death sentence....
... according to the apostles’ creed

Wind blowing, only a few followers left, they all passed the test
A common criminal now sets upon a cross, his hair a mess
Struggling to breathe, on the brink of his fate, it’s too late
To save him, he's been condemned since day one
Now you see where my sorrow originates from...

As I sit here

...Atop Mt. Sinai