Song: Out of sight still on my mind
Viewed: 61 - Published at: 4 years ago
Artist: Twisted Artistics
Year: 2012Viewed: 61 - Published at: 4 years ago
[1.verse: Twisted Artistics]
Press play and let it blast away
For when dark clouds cast a shade
I'm sick of plastic-fake success-fasaded masquerades
Why can't the tax I pay go to doctors with lesser faith
In dirty pharmaceutical industries than as of today?
But those wretched snakes would rather stay representing
Vast, big major concerns, only concerned with the cash they make
Shameless, two face -infested bathing in commission, graft and pay
For every patient hooked on these so called anti depressives they
Prescribe the drug too fast to say
"assassination of the very ones it is their task to aid"
Compassion displayed in a short-term fast food way
I'll speak for the outcasted made silent (for as) long as I respirate
[2.verse:]
A toast for my man Curlsta that passed away
Teddy took it the hardest of us doing less than ok
The man was devastated, now memories flash and play;
How Curlsta would crash at his place and steal his aftershave
Weak to the flesh he chased for pleasure places less than safe
And his last escapade became the very last he made
I know that one has to pay for ones' unclever ways
But my chest is aching still, taking my breath away
It fascinates how death can make angels out of half-crazy basket-case people
All I remember now is his laughing face
Dear God, please navigate his ass safely through heavens gate
At last embraced in peace and everlasting grace
[3.verse]
We all rest in graves eventually and pass the weight
To those that have to stay behind
And reminisce of great and blessed days, I guess
And wait until that final last of days when judgement come
No attempts on my behalf at making cheap conclusions
Beyond having wrath and rage attach to pages
Where things rhyme and make sense
(sigh)
Come the seventh day
Curlsta, you should see how they follow right down your path today
You would estimate (that) your body in a casket may serve as a warning to those mourning you
But things just seem to escalate
Their ears are deaf. they make it clear that I don't have a say
And what I have to say to you is going to have to wait
So I'm going to finish it off now, because (there) ain't' much left to say
Press play and let it blast away
For when dark clouds cast a shade
I'm sick of plastic-fake success-fasaded masquerades
Why can't the tax I pay go to doctors with lesser faith
In dirty pharmaceutical industries than as of today?
But those wretched snakes would rather stay representing
Vast, big major concerns, only concerned with the cash they make
Shameless, two face -infested bathing in commission, graft and pay
For every patient hooked on these so called anti depressives they
Prescribe the drug too fast to say
"assassination of the very ones it is their task to aid"
Compassion displayed in a short-term fast food way
I'll speak for the outcasted made silent (for as) long as I respirate
[2.verse:]
A toast for my man Curlsta that passed away
Teddy took it the hardest of us doing less than ok
The man was devastated, now memories flash and play;
How Curlsta would crash at his place and steal his aftershave
Weak to the flesh he chased for pleasure places less than safe
And his last escapade became the very last he made
I know that one has to pay for ones' unclever ways
But my chest is aching still, taking my breath away
It fascinates how death can make angels out of half-crazy basket-case people
All I remember now is his laughing face
Dear God, please navigate his ass safely through heavens gate
At last embraced in peace and everlasting grace
[3.verse]
We all rest in graves eventually and pass the weight
To those that have to stay behind
And reminisce of great and blessed days, I guess
And wait until that final last of days when judgement come
No attempts on my behalf at making cheap conclusions
Beyond having wrath and rage attach to pages
Where things rhyme and make sense
(sigh)
Come the seventh day
Curlsta, you should see how they follow right down your path today
You would estimate (that) your body in a casket may serve as a warning to those mourning you
But things just seem to escalate
Their ears are deaf. they make it clear that I don't have a say
And what I have to say to you is going to have to wait
So I'm going to finish it off now, because (there) ain't' much left to say
( Twisted Artistics )
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