tzsfinest

steping into the rain. water drip on my shoulder,
I see heavens gates but my life ainte over,
I see the angels coincide in my life,
I see the demons in peole who ainte doing right,
walking on this dusty path, dusty road,
the rivers of babylon at my feet, flow,
enemies wrath encountered with no defeat,
My troubles gone are only a deceit,
The system broken among a shameful name,
"A dreamer" they said we shall proclaim,
The dark shadows moving through the light,
The pain in their eyes sparked and ignite,
Sins are driping among the sons of man,
From a wishful thinker to those who ran,
Where is the temple that consoles our souls,
so that we breathe easily and extol,
smoke in the air, dreams dripped on the weak,
The wind hides the sounds of their shreaks,
winters cold is the ice in our hearts,
The warmth is the conscious that imparts,
How do you define a path that you cant pursue,
one you can only understand and construe,
Evil is awake in us all but that we cant accept,
Truth will not fade but the lies will spread,
We all look to the skies at some time,
But what are we looking for, something divine?,
God is reaching out to us through the clouds,
you may not believe but you can avow,
Quiet now so we can hear the whispers creep,
The silence is waiting for us to sleep,
Unknown is the chances that life gives,
An oppurtunity exsists for it to be lived,
We can deny every moment or we can believe,
We can deny the meaning or we can conceive,
This world is one where the lost hide,
A haven for those who have been denied,
Judgement day will come but where will you go,
Will you let it appear or go down below,
We are always sitting back, constantly waiting,
for what I ask, this world is here for the taking,
The kings of the past need no explanation,
but man itself is willing to the devils temptation,
The delights can only be won with effortless work,
The prize is their but the competition still lurks,
We breathe for ever moment but what shall appear,
A feeling of excitement? What shall we hear?,
Life is defined but the definitions are misunderstod,
The troubled are still moving and up to no good,
A poet stands for the things he has seen,
The soceity calls for its followers to convene,
Walk they do to the hill, looking for the light,
they cant see anymore because the darkness is night,

Laying on my bed, I sleep and I dream,
Trying to stay awake but my pain takes me away from the scene,
In my visions I'm standing alone at the top of the hill,
All my people are disapearing and they dont know how I feel,
Im misunderstood in a world I dont fully understand,
just looking for the right path, to develop myself as a man,
Im standing in the storm, let the wind take me away from here,
I'm tired of hiding so I have to face my worst fears,
but Im scared of the consequences of my every action,
Im moving forward trying to ignore lifes distractions,
Tired of caring for my friends more than they do for me,
Im tired of being ignored but my tears are hidden from me,
I gotta stay true to myself and keep my head up high,
I know no one belives in my dreams so they pass me by,
I feel as if the motivation to rap is slowly starting to disapear,
Being forgotten in this lifetime is something I trully fear,
see I hate thinking because all the thoughts go straight to the head,
the ink is red so on the sheet of paper my words are bled,
I want to breathe but one last breath is all I have,
Dont know what I am feeling; is it happy, sad, glad or mad,
They think they know my pain but they sit there and laugh,
I'm looking for my time, wish I could go back and change the past,
Tired of people pretending that Im important to them,
cant tell the difference between my enemies and friends,

i was walkin down that street, 2005,
tripped, bulet shot, did i lose my live,
saw a bright light when i was laying there,
u onli live once, 2maro i mite not be here,
made me cherish ever friend nd memory,
cuz u take it for granted bt life is not free,
on the ground for 10 mins, didnt wanna move,
made me realize this world, i got sumthin 2 prove,
looked at my shirt bt onli bleeding mentally,
bt it helped me change physically nd mentally,
ive felt the wound ova nd ova again,
feel like instead of inc blood coming out of my pen,
thinkin but those i lost, i nearly became one,
maybe if i lose myself, ill win anotha one,
the gravestone already has my name written on it,
i will stand even if they try take me from it,

wen the bulet went past my face made me think,
bout wat they wud say, did i finally break the link?
already thinking bout wat they wud say wen i was gone,
feelin the past nd the love of lost ones,
wat wud my parents say if they knew the life i lived,
bt i know they wud say that in life, i gived,
under pressure bt shot down by a bullet,
id rather be n life support nd they pull it,
bt what matters is im still alive,
jst the memory, it will not hide,
2005 cud have been my last year still breathing,
listen to my pain, the lyrics themselves r reading,
i reli dnt think i wud hav cared if i saw the blood,
cuz at least i know ill be remembered in my hood,
thinkin bout my sis merylin crying in that day,
no, now i think bout it i dnt want life to go away,

depressed by the crimes nd violence around us,
worthless killing, survival, or will i be lifeless
checkin my pace, can i breathe,
thank god, its not my time to leave,
laying still, thinkin bout the wrongs in my life,
the times i cud have tlked instead of fite,
the ppl hu ive left down,
bt if i was gone u wud still feel me around,
phone rings, nd i finally come back to earth,
bulet missed, bt mentally i feel hurt,
thinking bout all those killed by gun play,
the shot wasnt for me, cud hav been my last day,
the memory haunts my dreams,
cuz everytime it misses, i feel the cold stream,
then i awake to make sure im alive,
sweat driping, gott make things rite,

see there was a time when I was done with rap,
I was talking to a wall and the words were bouncing back,
look into my eyes and see my pain,
light the fire and throw in all my silver chains,
my dreams are just black space behind my eyes,
i cant sleep at night, look into the mirror and ask why,
why cant they except me and just give me a chance,
but because of my skin color, they dont even give me a glance,
people ask me to rap, then when I start they ignore me,
so I just stop because I'm tired of being judged for free,
like at least listen to my words before you close your ears,
but the judgment takes over so my words they cant hear,
all I want is for someone to belive in me, belive in my dream,
tell me that I will make it cuz Im walking away from the scene,
close the pad, throw away the pen, close my music myspace page,
throw away the key cuz I'm locked up in this cage,
music was always my survivor through everything I'd been through,
but I dont know how much longer to the game I can stay true,
how is it that all these wack cats gotta major record deals,
but someone real like me cant even tell the world how I feel,
when I was younger my pad & pen was my best friend,
once I started writing, the words they would never end,
but now I dont even feel like writing down these thots anymore,
liquify all my notebooks and to the gutter, jst let it pour,
I'm looking out the window, wondering where my path will go,
It would my dream to stand on that stage and give a show,
but then I think the tickets they would probably not sell,
no audience to talk to, this world is my hell,
my people always came first but not when it came to me,
I had there backs but when I was down they just let me be,
no hand reached out to pull be back up so I stood,
but as soon as I stood, I could feel the angels cry,
then I looked at my pad, blood spelt out the word "lie",
but regardless of what happens, ima belive in myself,
cuz Im doin this for me, not the money, not the wealth,
but if I ever make a cent, I'm sending it in a box to tz,
cuz without the support of my hometown, there would be no MT,
I mean there would be me but I would be known as "matt",
so i guess m glad that I had an outlet to this game called "rap",
but at the same time understand that I am not black,
i never claimed to be but they look at me nd say Im trying to be that,
no, im not, do u see me wearing an XXL shirt or some fake chains,
nah m different but you know what you mite as well call me insane,
but I just wanted to let you know how m feeling inside,
I was tired of keeping it in so my pain i didn't want to hide,
understand that Im thankful for everyone whos supporter my cause,
those who have stood by me and respected my flaws,
and to those who judge me and dont gimme a chance,
heres my middle finger, take a good look, in fact take a 2nd glance,

one mans pain is another mans treasure,
and one mans treasure is another mans pain,
ones mans pain helped his agony remain,
anothers man pain helped look for a better change,

one mans dream is another mans nightmare,
and one mans nightmare is another mans dream,
one mans dream was to raise his self esteem,
another mans dream was to shout to the world & scream,

one mans truth was another mans lies,
and one mans lies are another mans truths,
one mans truths were to remain true to his roots,
another mans truths were to follow the evil foot,

one mans tears are another mans joy,
and one mans joy are another mans tears,
one mans tears appeared because of his worst fears,
another mans tears appeared because of how he cared,

one mans questions are another mans answers,
and one mans answers are another mans question,
one mans question was how to slow dow the aggression,
another mans question was how to learn from lifes lessons,

one mans strength is another mans weakness,
and one mans weakness is another mans strength,
one mans strength was that he was this worlds saint,
another mans strength was that he would not change,

one mans similarity was another mans difference,
and one mans difference was another mans similarity,
one mans similarity was his moment of clarity,
another mans similarity was his condition of prosperity,

one mans land was another mans ocean,
and one mans ocean was another mans land,
one mans land was an island were he was head in command,
another mans land was a hotel built among the sand,

one mans success was another mans failure,
and one mans failure was another mans success,
one mans success was that he could fully express,
another mans success was the genius that he possessed,

one mans war was another mans battle,
and one mans battle was another mans war,
one mans war was his ignorance to always want more,
anothers mans war was that he was tired of being poor,

one mans fight was anothers mans loss,
and one mans loss was another mans fight,
one mans fight was that he wanted everything to be alright,
another mans fight was that he was looking for gods light,

one mans song was another mans poem,
and ones mans poem was another mans song,
one mans song was about trying to find were he belonged,
another mans song was about trying to put away the wrong,