Richy...
I knew that id miss u, I knew that id bitch a time or two. I knew wat the mistakes were leading to. I knew, i knew! But didnt hesitate to watch u see the last mistake right through. Dam! Richy, im srry i lost u. And ended up becoming lost myself too. At a cost of staying true. But i knew, how to get back, i just didn't want to choose. To get back to the me u always knew, But a me without my brother, a me without u. Is a meaningless existence when i was so unglued. Insued, By the pains id giv a wider veiw, And maintain a time or two. And regain a time or a few. And remained subdued, By the climbs id stride towards getting to. And thought i grew too. After making those climbs, while in the back of my mind, i knew the truth. I could blame it on this mind, ya thats wat ill do. Bare the pain as i make each gain, But aware that i was confused, ya i was confused. Confusion. Leaving deep wounds, contusions. I became the worst of both personalities, fusion. And kicked through these doors closing in front of me, intrusion. I wasnt welcomed and only found exclusion. To any real friends, i was living a delusion... Ya, and thus we come to this conclusion. I never won, no i was too busy losing. Lieing and trying to find something other then abusion, So Ill say it again, i was living a delusion.... Thoughts of myself and the man i saw in the mirrors reflection. A man without a face, Deception... Taken to intersections, Of meaningless progression, Or meaning of a twisted gained succession. That remains an abundant obsession. im only guessing, But the truth found in this lesson, Might be collections, Of lies and other ties towards a better reception. But upon further inspection. We find no known correction, Only a collection, Of more lies and deception... Memories echo, like a beat in my chest, Regrets like a weight, can’t seem to find rest, All i find in its place, is a way to find stress. Barred off by it, like I'm under arrest. Called on to it, better days ahead. But ive seen through it, lies of progress instead. i try to stay atuned to it, but always digress. But not ashamed of it, naw i tried my best. Just started slipping i guess. I started dripping tears ive come to knowing best. Unknowing of how to get back to being blessed, Less stressed, Continuing on in lifes conquest, To being the best, Despite the tears im weeping a d hav already wept... Now wats left?... And yes, Ive become a success, Finally, i walk towards more instead of far less. No more criticism coming from the far left. Ive found my worth and went all in on the far bet. Betting on myself when noone else was sure i wouldnt get far left. And when i came out confident and rewarded with something other then a bizarre bet Or a recharged regret. They were in aw as i didnt miss a single step. And proceeded to fly up higher right after i chose to hav lept... So Richie, if angels do exist, and theres any of god left. Then stay flying high, ill see u again once i too meet my death. Once i too take my final breath.... Every tear that I shed, it’s a story untold, In the silence, your voice, still a fire, still bold. But despite the fire, still u were left cold. By regrets and mistakes that left u ready to unfold... So... I’m sorry for the times I wasn’t there when it mattered, Life’s a game of chess, but my pieces were scattered, I feel pains in my chest that progress, I've been beaten and battered. Dreams ripped from my youth, I let this world shatter. Tried running from it, but that's like outrunning ur feets pitter patter. So instead I'll allow it to happen, and allow them to chatter. Of arrogance they can't see, or else maybe it might matter. When we should be shooting for peace, but omly shoot for climbing up that ladder... Thoughts collide like bullets, ricochet in my brain, I’m painting my pain, but it’s hard to explain. So I’m spitting these bars, just to honor your name, In this lyrical fight, I’m still feeling the same. The shame, the pain, The distain coming from this brain. The demons slane, the placed blame. The trials to getting some gain , but rialed by this fame... BUT STILL I've overcame, And don't let me over explain. Best let me boast a little all the same. And when i still over explain, Let me do it without shame given yo me andy name. As u know ive been known to do that, and still havent changed. Im still the same. Im still trying to beat this dam game. But weakened and dirty from the stains. Of all the spilt blood and dirt ive crawled through to make some slight gaines. I've piled all the names, I've been given along the way. Hateful yet I'm grateful that they came. Because a lake full of debatable hate fueled names, are a testament to how much fame uve continued to gain along the way... Isnt that insane?... Deception... Taken to intersections, Of meaningless progression, Or meaning of twisted gained succession. im only guessing, But the truth found in this lesson, Might be collections, Of lies and other ties towards a better reception. But upon further inspection. We find no known correction, Only a collection, Of more deception...
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I knew that id miss u, I knew that id bitch a time or two. I knew wat the mistakes were leading to. I knew, i knew! But didnt hesitate to watch u see the last mistake right through. Dam! Richy, im srry i lost u. And ended up becoming lost myself too. At a cost of staying true. But i knew, how to get back, i just didn't want to choose. To get back to the me u always knew, But a me without my brother, a me without u. Is a meaningless existence when i was so unglued. Insued, By the pains id giv a wider veiw, And maintain a time or two. And regain a time or a few. And remained subdued, By the climbs id stride towards getting to. And thought i grew too. After making those climbs, while in the back of my mind, i knew the truth. I could blame it on this mind, ya thats wat ill do. Bare the pain as i make each gain, But aware that i was confused, ya i was confused. Confusion. Leaving deep wounds, contusions. I became the worst of both personalities, fusion. And kicked through these doors closing in front of me, intrusion. I wasnt welcomed and only found exclusion. To any real friends, i was living a delusion... Ya, and thus we come to this conclusion. I never won, no i was too busy losing. Lieing and trying to find something other then abusion, So Ill say it again, i was living a delusion.... Thoughts of myself and the man i saw in the mirrors reflection. A man without a face, Deception... Taken to intersections, Of meaningless progression, Or meaning of a twisted gained succession. That remains an abundant obsession. im only guessing, But the truth found in this lesson, Might be collections, Of lies and other ties towards a better reception. But upon further inspection. We find no known correction, Only a collection, Of more lies and deception... Memories echo, like a beat in my chest, Regrets like a weight, can’t seem to find rest, All i find in its place, is a way to find stress. Barred off by it, like I'm under arrest. Called on to it, better days ahead. But ive seen through it, lies of progress instead. i try to stay atuned to it, but always digress. But not ashamed of it, naw i tried my best. Just started slipping i guess. I started dripping tears ive come to knowing best. Unknowing of how to get back to being blessed, Less stressed, Continuing on in lifes conquest, To being the best, Despite the tears im weeping a d hav already wept... Now wats left?... And yes, Ive become a success, Finally, i walk towards more instead of far less. No more criticism coming from the far left. Ive found my worth and went all in on the far bet. Betting on myself when noone else was sure i wouldnt get far left. And when i came out confident and rewarded with something other then a bizarre bet Or a recharged regret. They were in aw as i didnt miss a single step. And proceeded to fly up higher right after i chose to hav lept... So Richie, if angels do exist, and theres any of god left. Then stay flying high, ill see u again once i too meet my death. Once i too take my final breath.... Every tear that I shed, it’s a story untold, In the silence, your voice, still a fire, still bold. But despite the fire, still u were left cold. By regrets and mistakes that left u ready to unfold... So... I’m sorry for the times I wasn’t there when it mattered, Life’s a game of chess, but my pieces were scattered, I feel pains in my chest that progress, I've been beaten and battered. Dreams ripped from my youth, I let this world shatter. Tried running from it, but that's like outrunning ur feets pitter patter. So instead I'll allow it to happen, and allow them to chatter. Of arrogance they can't see, or else maybe it might matter. When we should be shooting for peace, but omly shoot for climbing up that ladder... Thoughts collide like bullets, ricochet in my brain, I’m painting my pain, but it’s hard to explain. So I’m spitting these bars, just to honor your name, In this lyrical fight, I’m still feeling the same. The shame, the pain, The distain coming from this brain. The demons slane, the placed blame. The trials to getting some gain , but rialed by this fame... BUT STILL I've overcame, And don't let me over explain. Best let me boast a little all the same. And when i still over explain, Let me do it without shame given yo me andy name. As u know ive been known to do that, and still havent changed. Im still the same. Im still trying to beat this dam game. But weakened and dirty from the stains. Of all the spilt blood and dirt ive crawled through to make some slight gaines. I've piled all the names, I've been given along the way. Hateful yet I'm grateful that they came. Because a lake full of debatable hate fueled names, are a testament to how much fame uve continued to gain along the way... Isnt that insane?... Deception... Taken to intersections, Of meaningless progression, Or meaning of twisted gained succession. im only guessing, But the truth found in this lesson, Might be collections, Of lies and other ties towards a better reception. But upon further inspection. We find no known correction, Only a collection, Of more deception...
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