T-eezY on the building.

[calligraphist]

In the era where rhyme-skills statistics are lower than those of crime-scenes,
Constructing sublime-schemes referencing to devil worshiping and blood-spills,
Young-teens encountering bad habits, pregnancy, drug-deals and deep secrets beneath their grime-sleeves.
The most trustworthy has become cold hearted thieves, colder than the Antarctic clime is.
We wander around seas, in search of forbidden treasuries, forgetting that the thing we should treasure is, the heart that appease.
Thoughts running deep, heart pulsing cease, we engage ourselves in things that astound to please,
We're the lost souls that'll never find peace.
They say time heals, so we cover our bleeding wrists with watches of an expensive gold piece.
We climb hills with loaded pistols to reserve our own peaks,
No pun intention, I'm just trying to label out to my peers to what life is,
Teaching your mind on how to race ideas, how to face ya fears,
We're in the same sphere, but different limitations and frontiers.
The vision clears, whenever a pure souls state of contemplating nears the brain always engineers,
Sometimes we feel like our life steers towards the deep ends.
Each and every heart gore deepens, in a way that you're driven to having mentality of heathens,
Muslim against Christians and we're caught up inbetween the moment, I've been there, now I'm my head holly water deepened in hope of my offsprings to be christen.

[calligraphist]

In the era where rhyme-skills statistics are lower than those of crime-scenes,
Constructing sublime-schemes referencing to devil worshiping and blood-spills,
Young-teens encountering bad habits, pregnancy, drug-deals and deep secrets beneath their grime-sleeves.
The most trustworthy has become cold hearted thieves, colder than the Antarctic clime is.
We wander around seas, in search of forbidden treasuries, forgetting that the thing we should treasure is, the heart that appease.
Thoughts running deep, heart pulsing cease, we engage ourselves in things that astound to please,
We're the lost souls that'll never find peace.
They say time heals, so we cover our bleeding wrists with watches of an expensive gold piece.
We climb hills with loaded pistols to reserve our own peaks,
No pun intention, I'm just trying to label out to my peers to what life is,
Teaching your mind on how to race ideas, how to face ya fears,
We're in the same sphere, but different limitations and frontiers.
The vision clears, whenever a pure souls state of contemplating nears the brain always engineers,
Sometimes we feel like our life steers towards the deep ends.
Each and every heart gore deepens, in a way that you're driven to having mentality of heathens,
Muslim against Christians and we're caught up inbetween the moment, I've been there, now I'm my head holly water deepened in hope of my offsprings to be christen.