Jack Skellington
12-25-2011, 06:20 PM
free written to http://youtu.be/vavEWseX3QI
(beat courtesy of DansonnBeats)
I find it hard to see alot of niggas breathin/
is it divine intervention or maybe a demon schemin/
crackheads on the block fiending/
mother's at funerals screamin... triple beams beamin/
red blood on the cement.... brain matter leakin/
bodies goin cold, the dyin seeing they soul leavin/
... ministers preachin, the bible hard to believe in/
(honestly) not even sure who we should believe in/
but "tis the season".... to find a valid reason/
to live out our dreams when... nightmares r weaved in/
should i be islam or something like a christian/
maybe even athiest or probably even wiccan/
could it be the beginnin started at the end/
enemies turn to friends... n nations made amends/
does the congregration really wanna say a-men/
pain of a people carried silently on the winds/
name is Skellington n this is jus my mind ramblin/
scramblin, tryin to get a handle on future investments/
indulgin in the sins that i hold deep within/
escapin the hell i'm in.. self medicated on illegal medicine/
lost soul seekin some sort of divine intervention/
but we all know it's all Pulp Fiction, who's really listenin/
nobody...........
Skellz
(beat courtesy of DansonnBeats)
I find it hard to see alot of niggas breathin/
is it divine intervention or maybe a demon schemin/
crackheads on the block fiending/
mother's at funerals screamin... triple beams beamin/
red blood on the cement.... brain matter leakin/
bodies goin cold, the dyin seeing they soul leavin/
... ministers preachin, the bible hard to believe in/
(honestly) not even sure who we should believe in/
but "tis the season".... to find a valid reason/
to live out our dreams when... nightmares r weaved in/
should i be islam or something like a christian/
maybe even athiest or probably even wiccan/
could it be the beginnin started at the end/
enemies turn to friends... n nations made amends/
does the congregration really wanna say a-men/
pain of a people carried silently on the winds/
name is Skellington n this is jus my mind ramblin/
scramblin, tryin to get a handle on future investments/
indulgin in the sins that i hold deep within/
escapin the hell i'm in.. self medicated on illegal medicine/
lost soul seekin some sort of divine intervention/
but we all know it's all Pulp Fiction, who's really listenin/
nobody...........
Skellz