deep fears reside deep where the passion now hides
scared to offend,
but now i don't wanna die
i don't wanna die
die with the fact that my close friends think i'm just trying to get by
that i don't wanna even try
maybe i'm dead right now and don't even know it
walking dead that can't rest gentle in his soil made bed
where the worms seek to feast deep within old barren black skin drinking in old time sins
from emmit till to mr.cotten weary whom i clearly see is still far better than me
or rather i
but i won't die
i won't die
at the end the of the day
month
year
the tears are still seen clear my dear because i adhere to a long dead way of reasoning
though the seasons have changed and the pain is still on my brain niggaz still complain
i still complain
but the complaints fall on deaf ears and the tears go where there is no proper seasoning
seasons change, feelings change
but it seems like i remain the same
and really,honest to God, it's a damn shame
passion lies in my right hand
love in my left
poetry is in my soul
music is in my every breath
God is my creator
so what do i have to fear
fear is a weakness that i'm so familiar with that it makes me sick to my stomach
but not sick enough to run from it