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Time of Silence

Tad Morose

Sender of Thoughts

Looking out in nowhere I see a distant gleam of light Faces I've never seen
Searching in a dream Candles burning down and the light is fading out It's
The time of silence that makes me do things right 

I am living in a dream or is it just what it seams Looking within myself
Reaching for my sunset sky Running in endless circles heading for that
Fading light Haunting shadows all around with grewsome hate in mind 

They lie, they try they will never bring me down I try, I will break this
Silence 
Voices turned to silence but echoes speak of memories Lying awake and
Listening wondering who's there for me Standing naked and alone is this for
Real or dreams within dreams 

Time of silence has come it's up to me to make things right 
Trying to break these chains but then I realise it is inside my mind I am
Dealing with my fears but if it's only in my head So why am I having this
Constant fear 

Looking into the future I see my life before me The circle is broken
Searching for my dream of hope The starlight from above hasing shadows away
Putting memories behind me I'm the one who makes things right

Oh, he let me grow up in the mother fucking ghetto


Thanks for nothin' mother fucker that's for real
One of the ten commandments is thow shall not kill
Tell that mother fucker with the gun in my face


And get shot in the back
Or should I run from this place


That's an act of insanity, "please no profanity"

Says the radio, but fuck you

I'm a do what I wanna do
I'm just tellin facts 'cause blacks are killin blacks

Nigga stepped on my shoe and I shot him in the back


Ain't no thang gotta gang you'll all get shot too

Once I sqeeze the trigga your crew is through

Think I'm bluffin then try me

Today you'll all die see

I got a bullet for you and your posse

I don't bullshit, no need to talk shit

The fuse is in your asshole and you just lit it

To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that

Put it in your holy bible and burn that



[chorus]



Words that you hearin

Niggas are fearin

Apearence so grewsome niggas are disapearin

Put up your fist, what is this

I got a mack 11 once I sqeeze the trigga your in hell or heaven


I ain't waitin' around for no bodies to be found
Bullet to the head leave another nigga dead


You gotta be suicidal to fuck with a homicidal brother

Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother
Helldays death nights, midnights the witches hour


Damion's your maker and he loves a blood shower

It's time to die, so bye bye, you betta cry, nah
You betta run or somthing 'cause its do or die
If you need an ass kickin, kickin in your rib cage


You was a good one it read on your obituary page


Call me a ho them's fightin words
As I'm reciting words suckers are rewritin my words

Its simple and plain to see

Plain and simple to see

That I'm Esham and I'm great

You's a sucker but wait

This is just the style that I'm using

Confusing the suckers

'cause they stupid mother fuckers


[chorus]



Words from the lyrical

To save me's a miracle


If anything I never thought Id turn in to a criminal

So here I go once again, when I rhyme I sin

Niggas commit suicide as soon as I begin

Misled, another nigga dead

See I love the sight of blood 'cause my favorite colors red


I'm smashin suckers crashin suckers dreams
And when it's Esham you start to scream

I'm hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet

Nigga get crazy and you'll be under six feet

Verse after verse it just get's worse

Another sucker reherse but first

It's the 412
Lil Luke, they be asking why you do-songs
When I was 2 months, homie I was 2 gone,
It was 2 long - doctors bout to lose-son
Nurses leaving, mama screaming, “better do sum”
It was gruesome -but brotha I done grew-some
God breathe into my life, yeah my 2 lungs, 
with a story like that when I'm 2-young
It's only right I spit it hot like im in Tucson
yuh, you would think that I was Phoenix made
Like cmar'e , Stood-admired) mere stoudemire the basketball player) like a phoenix play
But you catching on the SON (sun) off the Phoenix-rays
Jesus got my from the ash- like a Phoenix Raise
Yuh Live by faith- do it day by day
I ain't perfect, but I'm trying it now before I lay
Fake Gods call my name- tell ‘em stay away
Fake Hov's outshined like it's renegade 
4:12, 4:12 boy we in this thang
1 Timothy, 4, it's a verse we claim
we some Youngins for the Lord, we don't trip for fame
and we Staying at His service like a phone plan
Jesus over everything, we keep it plain
cin't no circles, Keep it leveled fam, keep it plane
Delta, Jet Blue, Spirit, keep it plane
It's M&m's in a brown bag, we keep it plain!