LyRiCs By EliZa ShaKuR

Here Ya'll Can Read My Lyrics Since the year 2ooo-2oo5

A tear on left eye
After it been falling from the right
His tells on the wall that he pass by
And no one even knows he can write.
All those earrings chains and that weird spiky hair
Make every one thinks he doesn’t care
His eye contacts that drown on em fire
So people wont see what he wanna declare
He knows he’s sadden
People thinks it just coz he’s madden
He’s deeply in pain
He cries rain
Though it’s summer frame
He just want some one to understand that the heart aint a shaped heart chain
He wishes he could always be fain
But he knows he’s doomed to cry
So he should hide
The way they live on
Make them wish they were gone
Coz when a good dude is gone
He’ll be gone forever
So he had to moan
Still remember the way he looks like
The way he walks through the streets laughing damaging and chaffing
Used to have a special friend he kept on chatting
He thought he’d always be having
But when they lose some one they can talk to coz every one have a wrong Idea about him and he just wanna know why
Then you’ll see that bad boys cry
And that will never ever be a lie
Even if he had a perfect life
That tear will always be on bad boys left eye

When it comes to thugs you think I’ll talk about drugs.
Ey yo, good CDs great cassettes trana get sweet rosettes
Live in a house wanna reset, all gears and all you’ve met
You wanna leave and get contacts. You get relief
Soon you’ll lose debt.
Coz you think greatness is the only one heft
I’m talking about reality I aint talkin about shit
‘By trading drugs you life won’t be dent’
That what yo hear whether right or left
All the blings that you’ll have darlings they’re just cash
I can’t buy every thing with money but yeah I can buy a trash
And put your head inside to smash
And tell you by them you can’t be swash
And they could let everything dash
Slash to gash your brain and make it flash
Trust me everything mattered and everything you had will be shattered
And it gonna be mash.
Well since I lived in this hood I can’t get in good mood
Coz here I feel Imma be from life moved
And you and I will be in a long rove
I mma afraid to face a storm then shock in the end
And have a bad doom
Then what gonna happen to me losing ma friend? Or just hide in ma room
And all what between earth’s hands will be gone and groom
Soon.. you’ll be finding that the whole life is shattered nothing will be catered
It just how life mannered
Simply shattered.

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Me aint no me coz I aint free
See.. wut I’m gonna be just a lil freak
Every thing I do to be a special human being
Been taken to them away form me
I learned how the Spanish dance and a lot of other prance
Especially the hip hop thangs but all of em people had lance* (stick in)
Now everyone wanna do what I kept it how I act
So I stopped the shit and turned to some tact
I started making a book then every one had
So I took all the papers and threw them in the trash
No one charged me to do it and when some one has
Everyone gave em ideas to make em a flash
I’m nothing for anyone and now I’m baking* (burning)
Coz everything special I’ve done been taken
I live my life to get bigger so I had to wait
But I didn’t change a lot to get special guess that was my fate
I felt like a person every body hate
I don’t sleep much and I sleep so late
Just trying to find a solution that makes me get great
Why every thing I do should be taken away
By friends relatives people in any place or gays
I’m tired of doing something unique these days
I know it will be taken without fray* (fight)
I wrote poems poetries but everyone does that now
I wrote stories and I wanna make it soled by ma own but I dunno how
I made ma room foolish though I always been cow* (scared)
Every one like that so they wanna do the same
I been climbing mountains so I wont be down
So you know wut here’s a vow* (give a word)
Everything I do special no one will ever know about
Just god me, and some one I can bow* (lean toward)

this whole distractives around us/actives every sence of us/ alota posibbilities are are resons of the tinge on our sensitivities./elergect to dust / when we're all gonna be smashed sand underground, worms coverin our skin crust/ seems da time has stoped / all da air in dis inane is a gentle reproof on wut to do in a silent moment when ya think of voidness/ settin in this voidance/ this bard is blue/ ya should've knew/ who wuldn't ake dis as a perception/ if all I write about depression/ this bout most of us it should be an exception/aren’t we all writers?? Tranna mke our life anotha story?/ don’t we all hold da pen to write down wut still feels holy?/yes all of us got da sufficiency to print down down da conceptus/ of wut we're bound to read it all/ don't we all just read wut we write like there's no book store/dont we all just write sayin (i but they) cuz its da limit of our mintality puttin in our heads every one's jealouse/cuz they're some failures/ and we aint..
but don't we all have dreams our positions in life it's easy for some to grant it
for others they get abandoned aren't we all writers keep writin down how we fail n succeedif ya take of every mans shirt then ya'll readwut's written on each back ya'll read da recap.