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my soul's on ice, so don't kiss my ring,
i kiss the fist before i roll the dice..
wager my wealth carelessly, figuring out my goals in life
now i'm not really a gambler, but satan has blinded my sight
defining my type as manic depressives trying to fight
and the lines that i write.. are just offering glimpses
of a poet painting pictures as he discovers his image
because..there's so much more behind this ego you see,
a good person seeing people deceived by the evil in me
self-concious about my insecurites, but i gotta concentrate on that
cause the net ego's just trying to compensate that fact
and it's incredibly easy to see myself defined as great
but i'd rather benefit and bare my soul to analyze my traits
see, im not the only one gambling my fate..what's the odds
of having your soul torn apart by both satan and god?
c'mon, let's take a look at my mind, even trace it in time
remember when i posted pics, saw that precyse wrote a diss
that broke the bliss, and almost got me chased off the site?
don't you know i feel ugly when seeing the hate in replies?
see..i had a girl back then..the only woman i've ever had
my everything, my lifeline, and you wanted to sever that
well we broke up soon after that, it might be part of the lesson
but it also triggered something that started depression
as ed lake, i wrote many pieces about being trapped in a cycle
most dont know that it's based on an actual life though
endless cycles of ups and downs, plagued by the sickest mind
i've had blissful times, even felt like i've been kissed by christ
the next minute experiencing atlas' shoulders, breaking now
like, 'god show me the way, the devils trying to break me down'
yeah thats kanye's prayer, sometimes raps the only thing i got
its so much more to me than pretendin you're slinging rocks
fuck ill bare it all, i even thought about taking my life
there, thats the reason soul music may be making me cry..
so go ahead and call me a pussy then..
and i don't care really if you doubt me, right..
cause -i- know i don't ever go down without a fight
that's why im still alive, still praying for hope
and so far ive been rewarded with the strength to cope
using my writings as therapy..
calling this shit a waste of time? that's so deceiving
those are lies satan whispers in your ear, don't believe him
we ARE the music, us artists, students
performing the biggest act of worship by putting our hearts into this
i want to write pieces that make tears well up in eyes
cause art with substance is what i love most..
..so satan, please don't stop telling those lies
"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake"
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