DJ Bokee - Pronouns lyrics

Crashing through gla**es, my mind pa**es like smoke from crack gla**es All i do in cla** is write pa**ages and stare at a**es I'm spacing out like Armstrong, throwing long bombs of poetry If i spoke potently through a mic in the dark, would you know its me? I open spit dope, my quotes are Edgar Allen Poe like Standing on the tallest mountain, shouting rhymes loud with no mic Flow like ocean waves, and stampedes of buffalo Rappers don't care these days, they just want enough to blow Money and cars, the Sun King is the biggest star in the galaxy Realism is dead its all fallacies Looking in the mirror, clearer visions were obscure to me So i verbally stir words, be the earliest bird murdering Everything thats heard and seems unconcuringly stupid I pick up the quill and thrill, go back to the real music on the block The gunshots still echo in my ears Writing rhymes on the tissue that wiped away my tears Writing rhymes on the tissue that wiped away my tears Life is but a dream, mother f**er wake up Some people bring you down and rain cloud on your parade But sometimes you need aid, in order to get those dues paid I'm through saying i'm playing With attitudes of laying in the shade you turn Grey And have no sense of staying By the sides of those who need you The one who feeds you Love and happiness, your soul turns see through and deceitful Please do, listen to me as i speak Because without knowledge of self, your whole mind will turn weak So i say things with no fake, waiting till the hole breaks Is like looking in the devils eyes, witness sin as your soul takes I role breaks for love, hip hop is my pa**ion Satisfaction my pleasure, trying to keep my seat belt fastened On the highway to hell, no tolls or bridges Writing words on the papers, with no leaves or ridges I told stories to Gods in my dreams, so it seems The cake is really not that strong enough to taste the cream The cake is really not that strong enough to taste the cream Life is but a dream, mother f**er wake up Swagger on zero, f** being your hero I chill with Good Fellas and Godfathers like Bobby DeNerio Focusing on a potent dream i use to joke and scheme Wrote books to heighten my clout, use my wings and spoke to teens To spread love on the bread of life, i knew cats that were fed with life Dogs who abused d** and laid in bed with wives That were not theres, no cares in the world, no reason to Being bruised to the point of no need to be abused I read the news and see d**h and distruction, child abduction I'm too busy focusing on dick suction and quick seduction I use to flip the subject get disruption, verbal eruption My pens are too nice for your obstruction I'm drinking the pain away, not dealing with pain today Hope my brother doesn't make the same mistake throwing a fresh brain away I'm still insane and play the game and say i'm changing pace But i'm still in the race, i'm writing rhymes with that angered face Writing rhymes with that angered face Life is but a dream, mother f**er wake up Life is just pronouns You decide how it go down