This Was Some Mess Around Shit...Straight From My Pad And Placed To A Random Beat. Peep!
DeVine, Hip-Hop, Poetic Rapper
DeVine - a.K.a. - "Tha Poetic Scribe"
Story behind the song
Just Opened Up My Notebook And Started Flowin...No Real Reason...Just Messin Around.
Lyrics
"Ressurection" - By DeVine
(Notebook work)
I sit back exchangin words wit' the devil....
On how hells unsettle and i'm seen as glories rebel....
Educate the heavens wit' biblical stories, let my fate be....
The devil hates me as i extinguish the torch of Haydes...
Now Is it hard to believe that all i want is to achieve....
Or do i need to be a GOD in order for me to succeed....
Cause I've conquered fashions of lands and desert sands
When my time lands i'll be upheld by gods hands
Son of the lord, no other man could carress my soul
When time unfolds, i know my fate will take new roles
I've figured out, noone understands the style i live out
But everything i put on records is what i'm about
I stay true to who I am and i stay real wit' my fans
And when my time clocks out i search for faith on new lands
There's no man that could hold my soul, my figure's too divine
Noone could define my rhyme's as just scribbled lines
[Chorus - 2X]
Life revolves, as ghetto clowns settle in the streets/
And life evolves, growin to a man from a young seed/
Then life dissolves, the death of me hung to a cross/
And this life involves my ressurection at all costs/
And noone can ever tell me that what i write is a gimmick
Cause I stay real wit' what i write, shed life so yall can live it....
A future of respect molded in his hands, guarded by angels/
Heaven meets hell, story's brought forth, guardian fables/
Slaughterin' halo's, demons approach from every angle/
Triangle of heaven,hell,and anthiest beliefs start to tangle
And I was man that was slain wit' pain in the desert sands
No remorse,crown of thorns,nails hammered to my hands
I led all lands,unmerciful pitty in the ghettoest cities
Hood covered in rose-pedals and gold-metals, Streets gets bizzy
Rose from the cross, ressurected,escaped a loss
Devils shackles couldn't tackle my form of the holocaust
And If I could sit in peace, pray to the skies, would anyone hear me/
Would they fear me or be honest, tell me my life's just merely/
A sign of death, takin breaths till there's nuttin left/
So wuts left for me on this earth, my survival is death/
[Chorus Again -2X]
