"Blind me with your dark nearness, O have mercy, beloved enemy of my will!
I dare not withstand the cold touch that I dread.
Draw from me still
My slow life! Bend deeper on me, threatening head,
Proud by my downfall, remembering, pitying
Him who is, him who was!"
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan?
I been coulda killed these niggas, I'm still waiting
In the telly wit 2 whores, a Benz wit 2 doors
32 carrots in the cross, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least 2 guns
I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waiting for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me ...
I'm the one.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
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3 comments:
From my point of view, it's difficult to look at CJ lyrics as poetry.... niggas, whores, benz, glock, Doesn't take too much imagination to come up with that.
Is James Joyce talking about death?
Ya, I think so Accra.
So, there both talking about the same thing, just phrasing things differently.
I am a fan of Joyce`s Dubliner`s but that about it.
Thats a book of short stories, and the main theme is death. Well done though, and unlike much of Joyce`s work, understandable.
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