AIGHT FIRST OFF, THE NAME ISNT MYSTIK D...
ITS ETERNAL
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Eternal
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Hook-
Breathing heavy, fists clenched, ready for war
Keep it steady, in trenches; clothes are heavy and torn,
You got to prepare for the worst pain you could ever feel,
And get back on your feet soldier, you can never fail,
Love me hate me, hold me, but you cant make me
Do shit I don’t want, you didn’t create me, lately,
I’ve been taking a look up the long road,
Cracked streets with bumpy hills and all the pot holes,
It got cold, and the rain is coming,
Every body around me must think im insane or something,
I can’t state my feelings anymore, I don’t know why,
Clear the slate clean before I die,
I hate all these feelings, I hate the aggression,
That made me drop down to a state of depression,
It’s fake like im wrestling, with life itself,
And if you’d like to help, take the knife off my shelf,
Before I do something stupid, before my actions turn putrid,
Before I attempt to do some new shit,
And actually do what I say I do in my music,
And my life gets ruined, and I loose it, so screw it,
Hook
I don’t know where im heading, Im another bird with dead wings,
I wish you never said things, then this bullshit would start ending,
I wish all this shit that hits and makes me throw fits
In this bitch would send me in another direction,
But I got to be a soldier and live until perfection,
To much affection when I try to release my aggression,
The hard way we learn the lesson, no question
I have to over come this shit and eliminate repression,
Lessons to be taught, when weapons are bought,
And aggression is brought, to the spot, unless it is stopped,
Then the weapon is cocked, and then next man gets dropped
And then your direction is lost, no exceptions it’s gone,
Then you got to live with it for the rest of your time,
Thank god I can get it off my shoulders cuz im blessed with the rhyme,
Unless it’s the time, where you put it all behind you,
And let the window of opportunity blind you,
Holding patients has no relation to motivation,
To show the nation, what this soldiers facing,
His road away from what he used to know,
Straw beds, hog heads, and waking form the roster crows,
The losers’ road, with forks in it to get out,
Every minutes a shout, every lyrics a gimmick no doubt,
Keeping my eyes pealed, creeping shy with the heated mind still,
Sleeping with my baby nine for real,
Believe in my skill, and I still aint seen my deal,
We being in the wide field, raps seem to be a guide still,
Slouched down in the front seat,
Smoking indo, open windows, yelling out “who wants beef”
Beats bumping, streets gunning, with red dots on ya head,
Remember wit one click of the trigger sends shots and ya dead,
I don’t know whether to hold it, or throw fits,
Keep it inside me, or change my I.D. and flow shit,
And if I die tomorrow I wonder will anybody notice,
And what if I turned into a kid that is ferocious,
And had a crazy mind and couldn’t control it,
And ended up drowned in the bottom of the ocean,
Or what if I started saying everything that wanted to,
It might be taunting you, telling you that im a haunted dude,
And it might be telling you that im rotten too,
But I don’t give a fuck; I do what I got to do,
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